When we arrived in L.A. & were waiting to board the plane to Houston, my husband listened to his voicemails since we now had access to our regular phone service. He hung up the phone, turned toward me & said, “Hunny, I have to tell you something.” At that moment, I could see it in his eyes…He didn’t have to say anymore…I started crying so hard I don’t even have anything to compare it to. I cried every second from before I boarded that plane in L.A. to after we got our luggage in Houston. I could not grasp the concept that God would take my best friend away from me & how after 16 years I could not be the last person he would see. I was angry. I was devastated. I was undeniably heartbroken.
This is what it took to break me down from my running program. This is what led me to wanting to “give up”. All along, I believe God had a plan for me. Everything was coming together perfectly…until this happened….I was mad. I was angry. I wanted to roll over & die. I had given up.
You may be thinking right about now…..”All over a dog?” The answer to that is no simpler than….yes. All over my dog who happened to be my best friend. My son. My saving grace & I will even say…my angel.
The loss of my dog had affected me so much mentally & continues so much that I will tell you that typing this blog is taking me forever because I cannot control crying over the entire situation.
I took the next day off of work to drive down to Mama Spahn who had my little guy preserved so I could see him one last time. When I got there, at first I could not bring myself in to go & see him and I just waited in another room crying. Mama Spahn held me & tried to give me words to encourage me, but nothing was helping. The mere fact that my best friend was gone & knowing that only his soul-less body awaited me, no words could relieve the way I was feeling.
I eventually had 4 hours of time with his body & cried to him & talked to him. Even after my attempt at closure I still felt like I could not go on. We drove him to the local human society & dropped his body off to be cremated so he could be with me always. When we got back to Mama Spahn’s & it was time to go home she gave me another hug & out of nowhere & with the run being the last thing on my mind; she simply told me that I had to keep running. She went on to say, “You can’t let this stop you. Life has got to keep going for you. Life moves on. You have a man now that Cody was able to see you safely into his arms.”…and she gave me 3 more words that meant everything to me…”Run Baby Run”.
I wish I could tell you the next day I got up & began my training program again, but I would be lying to you. I did not run for another 5 days. I would go to work, come home, & stare off into space & cry over the lack of sound or presence in the house.
I had many conversations with my husband telling him that I no longer had it in me. I was so emotionally drained & physically drained from the lack of sleep that I had given up…not only the running, but everything. I had no drive for my job, no drive to eat right, no drive to train, no drive to talk to anyone. I just didn’t care about anything….
He reminded me of the first time I sat him down & shared with him that I had MS. He said, “You told me way back then that you believed that you were diagnosed for a reason. I think we found the reason. This is your chance to inspire the world.”
I started running again….I was MEANT to be a relay runner…for so many more reasons than just to run…I almost lost this battle, and to be honest I think I’m still fighting it, but now I not only run for those with MS, but I run for me, and I run for the thing that I just recently discovered kept me going….kept my battery alive….my best friend since I was 12 years old….
Running long distances isn’t just a physical challenge. In fact, it may be even more of a mental & emotional battle that in the end if not dealt with could be what ends up destroying your ambition.