Loretta (and our whole family alongside her) ran a 5K today to complete her Girls on the Run program. I can't tell you how inspiring it was to see hundreds of parents, some of them pretty out of practice, running or walking alongside their daughters and everyone just celebrating their bodies, being alive on this rainy day.
I'm convinced, especially at the end of 2014, that I've been saved by movement. Not metaphorical movement, but getting arms and legs pumping and lungs working hard. In the constant grayness between November and April, it's moving that clears my head and keeps sadness at bay. In daily struggles with back pain, it's moving that stretches me out and reminds me how much I can still do. If you need more convincing, I absolutely love this little video: Can you limit your sitting and sleeping to just 23 1/2 hours a day?
It's easy to get preachy. That doesn't inspire me. What does inspire me is the reality that we are such complex beings--heart, mind, AND body. Thank you, Universe, that I got out of bed this morning, that I could run with Loretta. Thank you for all the automatic functions in this amazing body of mine. Thank you for the pain, even, and help me to befriend it. Amen.