Saturday, December 19, 2015
I believe I can fly!
We were not planning to do our long run today. We did the annual Christmas Baskets event with L Street Running Club where we deliver Christmas dinner and gifts to 40 families and 120 kids in need. As always it is a most special and sacred event where our Club comes together to buy gifts, order food and then organize and orchestrate delivery.
After the work was done we have our time for coffee, pastries and conversation. I got really energized about running Bermuda and on the way home suggested to Tom that we get our 12 miler on today. I'd been up since 6:30am, had been standing on my feet socializing and worked with our Club Vice President to organize deliveries and get everyone on their way. We hadn't paid attention to having a pre long run dinner because we weren't planning on a long run today.
We usually get up, do plank, crunches and clams, have breakfast and then go on our run. We got up. Meditated and headed over to L Street.
We had fruit before we left on our run, did our plank, crunches and clams and decided to see what we needed running from the inside out listening to our bodies in an out of the routine long run.
It felt amazing to be courageous and trust in my body especially after my right knee and IT band were "barking" at me during Christmas Baskets. What I realized was I was having a flashback to a year ago when we did Christmas baskets. It was shortly after my knee injury and I could barely walk. I had to sit down and couldn't talk running because I thought my running days were over but loved feeling the camaraderie of my Club.
Rather than focus on what my right knee was feeling I told my right knee that nothing happens in this house unless I say it does, reminded myself of me as a powerful healer and said to my body, "Yes we can!" I thought of the work of Dr. Joe Dispenza, author of my healing bible, You Are The Placebo who says that you have to think greater than current circumstances.
Yesterday I received a post card from China from my beloved chiropractor, Dr. Ryan Means. He said, "From March to 11/21/15 and double digits. I believe in your Spirit. Run girl run." His words echoed in my ears. I believed in my Spirit too.
As we set out to do our run around Jamaica Pond I said to Tom, "Bill Rodgers feet ran on this very path. I can feel his energy!"
There was a headwind and there are several hills around Jamaica Pond. Rather than focus on the cold head wind, we watched the leaves dance and swirl. We were reminded of when Team McManus trained for the 2009 Boston Marathon and marveled at how, on December 19th, even though it was chilly, the water still flowed freely and the ground was dry.
I left my doubts and worries behind me as we racked up our miles. As the run went on, my right knee released and along with it I released traumatic memories and memories of having been in an ankle to hip cast for 6 weeks during the summer when I was 11 years old. Tom and I talked about many things. It felt so good to smile and laugh and be together enjoying a spectacular day in New England.
It's 1.52 miles around Jamaica Pond but something went wonky with the GPS and rather than hitting the mile mark when we got to our car, we had to go about .4 of a mile farther to reach the mile mark. We stayed with it and I believe that when all was said and done we probably did about 12.4 miles rather than 12 but I was not going to stop until Nike+ told us we hit the 12 mile mark!
By the time we finished I felt sore everywhere yet I also felt exhilarated. I had just gone out and run 12 miles without having my usual pre long run dinner, without the usual morning routine, after having been a part of the Christmas Baskets and most importantly setting my mind and heart on the task before me.
It was wonderful to envision Bermuda in just a few weeks; especially the enthusiasm of Clarence's (Assistant Race Director) wife with whom we skyped a few weeks ago. Energy flowed through me and I felt invincible. I felt that I had conquered something and felt my power and connection to Source putting into practice all that I had learned during these past 9 months.
I felt Ryan's presence on the run and I smiled and knew I could go the distance again even though I had yet to run more than a couple of miles.
Nine months of intense training mind, body and Soul.
When I set out on today's long run I believed I could fly. I believed that I could just go out and run 12 miles and we'd figure out fueling along the way. I believed that I am healed, healthy, whole and strong and that the power of belief trumps any physical reality; any appearance.
I used to think that I could not go on
And life was nothing but an awful song
But now I know the meaning of true love
I'm leaning on the everlasting arms
If I can see it, then I can do it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it
I believe I can fly
I believe I can touch the sky
I think about it every night and day
Spread my wings and fly away
I believe I can soar
I see me running through that open door
I believe I can fly...
If I can see it, then I can be it
If I just believe it, there's nothing to it
Counting down the days to Bermuda. One more long run and then taper mode.
I've got this ... I believe I can fly!