I decided long ago that my blog however would be[mostly] about the positive. That I would try to only express the negative when it taught me something. Because of that, this blog has ended up teaching me allot. I think deeper, I express myself better, and I learn more because I think before I type.
I consider myself a student of life.
Yesterday was 1102011. As one of my dear blog readers, who has now become a facebook/email friend, pointed out, it’s a palindrome, a number that is the same when read both ways. I posted the number on my facebook page, some people got it, some didn’t. My mom did. It made me smile that she saw the sequence without me telling her – she knew I would like it. [818 is a palindrome]
Today is 1-11-11. I love the number 11. My birthday is April 11th and I feel that 2011 is going to be one of the best years of my life. [I’ll let you know if this is true in 2012].
My phone rang this morning at 11:11. It was my dad leaving me a message saying that he knows how much I love the number 11 so he wanted to call me at 11:11 on 1-11-11 to say that he loved me.
My parents aren’t perfect. As a child and even as an adult I have expected them to be. I grew up thinking my parents were some sort of super-hero-humans and just haven’t let go of this childish notion. I’ve often complained to my husband and friends about the things my parents do that annoy me/frustrate me/anger me. [They split up when I was in college and part of me has always been bitter that I don’t have that picture perfect little family. I feel it especially at holidays.] This is ridiculous and I realized that today.
My parents love me. They love me more than most parents love their kids and when it comes down to it they both care enough notice a date on a calendar they know I would like. Why do I look for the negative in our relationships? I need to focus more on all the great things things about them. All the amazing lessons they have taught me. All the sacrifices small and large that they have made for me. I need to accept them as people – not just as my parents.
From this day on – I accept them for who they are.
I’m not perfect. I know I will unintentionally let down my children at points in their lives. But darn if I don’t love the heck out of them[I now fully understand the love my parents have for me]. I hope they come to the same realization that I just did. Parents are human.
I may not have the picture perfect family, but honestly who does? It’s the flaws, differences, etc. that make us who we are and we are a family.
So what does this all have to do with running? Well I ran for the 2nd day in a row, 4 freezing cold miles, with no music[have I told you lately how much I love running?].
It’s truly amazing what can happen when you are alone with your own thoughts. TRY IT.
Today I discovered my parents rock.
I just finished reading Run To Overcome, an awesome written by one of my running heroes Meb Keflezighi. My review of the book will be coming shortly along with the opportunity for you to win one of two SIGNED COPIES of his book!
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If you haven’t read any of my postings before about the two times I got to meet him, then check them out.