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Lessons from the marathon linger


On October 27, I crossed the finish line of the Marine Corps Marathon. I know many would like to hear all about it. Words would not do the experience justice. There is no way to convey the emotions in the days leading up to the big race. Time spent at Walter Reed Hospital with three very special Wounded Warriors. Meeting the man that Sean helped save when he hit an IED. Loneliness and fear the night before because of no one to celebrate with at the finish line. The anticipation of the starting line. Running through the blue mile reading every single one of the displayed names of men and women who have died in this war. The tears that overtook me at mile 24. Woody’s voice playing in my head. Crossing the finish line and feeling at the peace celebrating alone.  (My celebrating came the next day with my students.)

My students spend more time with me than anyone else. I kept them informed of the entire marathon journey. They supported me with posters, cards, and most importantly, their belief in me. They heard more about the weekend of the race than anyone else. When it was time to celebrate my accomplishment, they were the ones to celebrate with me.

In just a few days, I will turn 50. Once again, the possibility of celebrating alone haunts me. And then I remember the finish line. After running 26.2 miles, a Marine Corps band played and I danced. Alone. And it was good. I am sure it comes as no surprise to anyone that I am a people person. I get my energy from being with others. People of all ages and walks of life. Laughing with them. Hearing their stories. Teaching them in a classroom. Doing community service together. Eating together. Texting and talking on the phone with them. My children, friends, and students are my life force. Yet, I am learning that I make my own energy as well. Spending time riding invigorates me and always puts me in a good mood. The wind in my face blows my anxieties and stress away. Running puts me in a zone and quiets my mind. Dancing? Dancing whether around the house or out in the club or even seat dancing in the car, brings a smile that does not stop. Therefore, as 50 dawns upon me, I will be dancing even if that means I do it alone at home. (Like that is going to happen. NOT!)

Be watching for the location of the dance party. As they say in Uganda, come on out and “SHAKE YOUR ASS!”

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