Last month when we said we “Flowered It Forward “ in a big way, we weren’t kidding. Check out this spectacular photo, taken this past weekend at the 2013 Black Girls Run! Sweat With Your Sole Race and Conference. As a gift to their national ambassadors, the BGR! staff inquired with us about the possibility of flowers. They wanted a beautiful – and meaningful – way to thank their team of over 200 women for their time, talents and treasures. We were honored. We sent them /dark pink/ – a message that fit perfectly. There’s a whole lot of fierce and beauty in this picture.
Archives for September 2013
My training run didn’t happen yesterday because _________________ (insert laundry list combo of real, valid, lame, exhaustive reasons here.) The later it got in the day, the more I sensed my window of pavement freedom closing. Damn, I did this to myself, I thought.
I was pissed. I let this happen. I didn’t plan. I didn’t ask for what I needed. I didn’t make it a priority.
Now, a little known fact about me: I hate waking up early. And for that reason, I have always loathed the early morning run. I am eternally jealous of all of you whose ritual it is to get up before the world awakes and knock out your miles. Instead, I usually slog it out in the late afternoon or evening. A night hawk, for sure.
But for as much as I hate early morning runs…I hate missed opportunities even more. My training run didn’t happen because I wasn’t disciplined enough – mentally or logistically – to make it happen.
And so, last night, I placed my /purple/ no excuses flower ON TOP of my phone, which was set for 5:45 AM. I set my alarm to ‘Don’t Stop Believing’ by Journey. If I had the ladyballs to ignore my flower and my boy Steve Perry, SHAME ON ME. I laid my clothes out on the edge of my bed (purple sports bra, for good measure.)
“We can guide with our eyes, and stay on the clear and steady path…or we can guide with our hearts, and find our way to the greatest beauty and joy our souls have ever seen – or felt.”
Tonight we honor one of our Originals…Sarah. She celebrated her birthday this past weekend, but more than that, she celebrated a breathtaking and surreal finish line moment with her girls. On Friday, before a local kids’ race, her oldest daughter Nora told her, “Mom, I want to run this race with my sister. Just the two of us.”
The emotional pains of a mother realizing her daughters were fine without her – eager, in fact, to test their independence on the course – is a moment some parents might dread. But not for Sarah. It was pride, thankfulness and awe for what she was about to witness.
Nora, the oldest, would guide her younger sister to the finish line.
Nora would hold Lila’s hand throughout the race, reassuring her.
Nora would bring Lila across the finish line, and they would finish…together.
Nora….would be the fearless guide.
And if you think this is a small insignificant matter in the course of Sarah’s life – or Nora and Lila’s – you would be wrong.
I gave him /yellow/. Run because you can. Run because you get to. He’ll tell you that it wasn’t easy. He’ll tell you that it hurt and wasn’t a lot of fun at times. He’ll also tell you that it was worth it.
Crossing the finish line always is.
“Today was worth all 14 weeks of my training. I did it for me, so I can continue to be good to others. Serenity, courage and wisdom can be shared. Thanks to everyone who helped me on this journey.
I found him on the course, told him the 13th mile was mine and I ran it with him. My three children cheered him up the final hill and then joined in for the final mile as well. Getting him to that finish line…together. It was a special moment.
Once again, he battled and won. He set a goal, stayed committed and conquered. He does this every damn day. I’m pretty sure he may need a /red/ flower too.