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‘Tomorrow is Mother’s Day.’
I reach for the phone and my hand falls limp on the receiver.
‘ How could I forget she’s gone? It’s been a year. How long does it really take?’
The apartment is unusually silent. I shuffle to the kitchen for some morning brew. A note on the fridge tells me my husband took the kids to the park. Sitting on the windowsill, I spy a drove of runners sprinting to the river.
‘ When will I get my act together?’
It’s been three years since my last child and pushing the big five-0, I still haven’t gotten rid of these excess thirty pounds that are hanging on for dear life.
I eye the note on the fridge. Held on by a cowboy hat magnet, it reads - pick up your bootstraps-. A gift from sis, Mom’s favorite encouraging line.
The last of the running lot passes by. I bend to watch as they turn the corner and my button pops on my pajama pants. That does it. I make a beeline for my closet. I squeeze into my lycra jog pants and my muffin top spills over. I frantically search for a larger shirt for cover.
‘Nope. Not a one. Looks like I have to go out in public like this’
Outside, I self-consciously enter the path where the slender runners race. I set my earphones in place and commence with slow strides.
‘ Hey, I’m not so out of shape afterall. Back in the saddle again.’
Trotting to the perfect beat of a kickin’ song, I speed up the pace and gallop away. Then, from out of nowhere--
There was no explaining it. No pothole in the path. No tree stump camouflaged. It was as if someone pulled the dirty, rocky road right out from under me! In an instant, eyes bugging, arms flailing, grasping for nothing but wind; I fly through the air—and not with the greatest of ease. It was a sight to be seen; a cross between running for the long jump, a gymnasts vault and sliding into home base face first.
Pounding into the ground, my palms and knees slide into shards of gravel, slicing up my skin as I tumble over twice smashing my face into the curb.
Sprawled out in front of a circle of college kids, two guys rush to my aid. They pick me up brushing off the mud asking if I was okay.
“Yes I am fine, thank you.”
All this middle-aged woman wanted to do was cradle her head into this young stranger’s shoulder and sob.
‘ I want my mommy. Hormones.’
“Thank you so much, you’re sweet to help me,” I mumble with shaky voice.
Clearly these nice, young men knew I couldn’t fool them. I limped away, mortified, and on the verge.
I found a lone bench. Fighting the waterworks, my peripheral vision could tell me I was still the sole entertainment for the morning.
‘Just go home, loser. Look at you now. Go for a chocolate muffin and fling yourself on the bed and have a good cry’
Through glassy eyes, an elderly woman in the distance looked like mom.
‘Pick up your bootstraps.’
Then the voice- softer, stronger:
“…run with perseverance the race marked out for you.”
Shaking, I stand and walk away.
“Consider Him who endured”
Faster still I step into a jog. My bottom lip quivering, I run. And weep. Run, and weep. I could care less at this point who took notice of that acrobatic, bloodied jogger balling her eyes out before them. Yet there I was, jogging and crying hysterically at the same time. It was so pathetic it was comical.
“So run, so that you may obtain the prize…count it all joy.”
I picked up speed and the sobs drained away. A smile turned to laughter while sweet words continually blew the wind at my back.
I finished my thirty minute run disheveled, yet elated. Passing by the scene of the crime, the two Samaritans from afar give me the thumbs up.
Back at the apartment, I notice a delivered package from my sister. Next to scattered crayons are the writings of my youngest: ‘Hapy Mudas Day’ I smile. I’m covered in dried mud stains.
Opening the package, I pick up—a pair of boots.
Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of our faith. For the joy set before Him, he endured the cross, scorning its shame and sat down at the right hand of God. Consider Him, who endured such opposition from sinners, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” Hebrews 12:1-3 (NIV)
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