There are many great stories of people who have empowered themselves to follow through with their goals for a great cause!
The following is a great story of love and determination through the act of Running... It sure makes one's spirit stronger! It reminds us of our friends who have taken to the roads for a great cause! We hope this story inspires you as well- it is never too late to start!
At the tender age of 52, having never been a runner, I decided that it would be a good idea to take up jogging. I was, for the first time in 32 years on summer vacation, having completed my first year of seminary, and feeling quite empowered. Believe me, seminary is no walk in the park! I remembered the Carol For Heart walk and thought it would be a nice idea to train for this event, not as walker, but as runner, in memory of my mother Rose who died of a heart attack 14 years ago. And so, on a fine spring day in May, after carefully stretching my legs, I set out from my driveway down my street with all kinds of good intentions and stamina. I lasted about one block before my legs turned to lead, and my heart was beating at the same pace as the drummer playing Wipe Out! I crawled back into my house with a promise that tomorrow would be better. When I woke up the next day, my legs would hardly carry me down the steps, but I remembered my mother, and the undetected heart attack that took her life, I strapped on my ipod and set out again. This time I made it to the end of the street and back, almost a mile.
By the end of June I was running nearly a mile and a half, all the time remembering Carol, whom I never met, Rose, and all the women in my life who never thought about heart disease, or had the time to take care of themselves. When the running got tough, I visualized these ladies standing on the sidelines keeping me on track, but most of all, I thought of all the little girls in this world who should never have to face heart disease in ignorance. So I ran for them, for Mom, for Carol and yes, even for myself.
In July I pushed myself to the 2 mile mark, by this point the run was so much a part of my routine, I enjoyed the time it gave me to think, but that is not to say it was easy, as a matter of fact getting started was always the hardest part of the run. A friend told me to image the run like taking off in a jet on a cloudy day, at first you’ll feel a lot of turbulence, but soon you’ll burst through the clouds and it will be smooth and still and sunny. He was right, I ran through all the turbulence and found that peaceful place where I could think, and pray and get healthy.
Two days before the actual run, I knew I had progressed to 3 miles, and I smiled when I remembered my first day out. I completed the 5K in about 45 minutes. NO great record, but oh it did my heart good to cross that finish line. You can do it too, one step at a time. See you there next September.
With that said, "Put a little MaxPower into your life!"