We all remember where we were this day twelve years ago. It’s hard to believe it’s been that long, the memories are still so fresh. It’s important to remember, to have days set aside to honor those who lost their lives to vicious attacks by mad men. But, it’s equally important to look forward with hope and joy.
I’m not a huge fan of Facebook, but one of the things I do love on days like today are the tributes people post as they remember and honor on this day. They’re all beautiful and eloquent, but my absolute favorite was by a long time friend and client. Her beautiful baby girl turns one today. On a day that so many of us remember with horror, that sweet family has been given a special gift. A reminder that there is joy, hope, and renewal, always. Here is her post (their names have been removed): Today, our country remembers those we lost 12 years ago, and my family celebrates the one we gained – Beautiful Baby Girl – was born at 12:19 a.m. one year ago today! Praise the Lord for His goodness and for creating a day of blessing for our family on 9/11/12. We are so grateful for our little sweetheart!
As I read this, I was reminded that there will always be evil on this side of heaven. There will always be mad men and women who do truly abominable things. Satan seems to win too many battles. But, there will also always be joy and hope. Life continues and can be lived always looking for evil and doom, or always lifting our eyes to heaven and looking for good. As sad as this world sometimes makes me, I choose to live my life looking for and believing in the good. It’s not always the easy way. Somtimes, like it was on 9/11/01, it feels impossible.
My training plan called for speed work this morning. If you know anything about me, you know that me and speed are not good friends. I’m a slow, easy runner who likes to stop and smell the roses, rather than run for them. I’ve been known to stop dead still in the middle of a hard run, whip out my iPhone, and snap a picture of something that made me smile. But, I am trying to get faster, so occasional speed workouts are part of the plan. This morning’s run included a one mile warm-up, then six one minute intervals in zone 4 (or, as I’ve renamed it, zone vomit), with two minute recoveries between. Ten minutes to cool down, and I’m done. Simple, huh? I actually did seven intervals, as I thought I turned my timer on, but somehow didn’t, so had to start them again. By the last interval, my coffee was threatening a violent reappearance, but I got it done. And, as I cooled down, I was rewarded with the most spectacular sunrise, which I captured inelegantly on my iPhone.
As we remember the people we lost on this terrible day, twelve years ago, I pray that we celebrate the simple, joyous milestones that fill our lives as well. The ability to run three miles and be rewarded with a magnificent sunrise. The birth of a beautiful baby girl. Earlier this week, Gary and I celebrated a huge milestone in our lives – he is one year post broken leg. We celebrated in the way we usually do, low key and with activity, me by running, him by cycling. In fact, it wasn’t until later in the day when I was paying bills that I remembered the date, and posted a before/after pic on Instagram. He’s running some, too, but cycling seems to be the best fit for him right now. I have to say, he has frustrated, aggravated, infuriated, reduced me to eye rolling, and inspired me (sometimes all at the same time) with his
pig headedness perseverance.
I guess the point of this post was this. Don’t let evil win. Remember to celebrate with joy, abandon, and gratitude – even the little things. Like almost throwing up during a speed session. I celebrate that I was able to start my morning with coffee, a run, and the ability to praise in the sun drenched morning.