Spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
The medicine go down
The medicine go down
The medicine go down
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way~1964 Walt Disney, Mary Poppins
Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down
In a most delightful way~1964 Walt Disney, Mary Poppins
Yesterday
I decided that I would attend my running club's Breakfast run. One member
of the club agreed to create the route and sponsor a post-run breakfast for the runners who
attended. The run was free for all attendees and the attendees agreed to bring something yummy for the
post-breakfast feast in turn. Seemed fair to me so I signed up.
After Googling the address and bundling up for the 25F degree forecast; I arrived at the host's home. She is an awesome, active military woman who recently
relocated to the area with her family. She greeted each runner with a
warm, welcoming smile as we arrived at her home. Then
she showed us the map of the run. None of us previewed the course. It was surprise. It was very well organized and included
a description as well as a picture of the route.
Panic
set in when I saw the map. I started thinking, "What was this woman
smoking when she was overseas? Is she crazy because this course looks
impossible? We are just regular, everyday runners just trying to burn a few
extra calories NOT the militia preparing for the last battle. Does she really think we can run this course? Do I think I can run this course?"
And
we are off….
Needless to say, I
survived the course. The 10 mile run turned out to be more like
11-ish. While running, I
kept thinking "What am I doing out here in the hinterlands? I would have
NEVER chosen a course like this? Is this lady crazy?" See I
was out on the course all alone. Most of the people were ahead of me. I was happy to run alone at my pace. My goal was to finish the
ENTIRE course.
Then
I walked in the front door inconspicuously at the end of the run. Everyone was eating breakfast by this time and a few people turned to me and asked, "Did you
run the entire course?" I responded, "Yes." Some
ladies smiled and admitted how they did not. They took a short cut.
They looked at me in amazement. I am not sure what they were
thinking.
The
host asked “How’d it go? I smiled and said, "Good Medicine."
A few other members gave me a congratulatory smile as they continued to chow down on the phenomenal
smorgasbord of brunch options.
I
would have never even attempted such a running course if the host did not
create one. Secretly, I was grateful. It WAS the most challenging run I
have ever done in my entire life and I FINISHED.
This run reminded me of my grandmother made me take Castor Oil every Friday when I was a small child. She would say, "This is good medicine and it is good for you. I know it tastes bad, but it will keep you well and make your immune system strong." I am not sure if grand mom was right, but I had very few colds as a child. I felt like the host gave me a good ole dose of “kick in the pants” to remind me that I am stronger and more capable than I think I am.
Question...
Will
you accept a challenge and give a good effort or will you allow fear to
determine your fate?
~Stayfitt
Awesome story! Thanks for sharing.
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