Endurance. Staying power. Perseverance. The ability to withstand great hurdles, great distances, and sometimes great pains. We’ve all faced it at one time or another, whether at work, in a relationship, or in the playground, we’ve all had to endure at one point in our lives.
I’m no stranger to it, but when I think of the word endurance, I often think of running.
I run. I always have, and I’ve always been good at covering long distances rather quickly. Geez, I hope this isn’t a metaphor for life… but anyway. I run to clear my head, to reflect, and to make serious decisions. I’m not sure why it works that way for me, but maybe it’s the rhythm I settle into. I find it therapeutic, and I feel lucky that I do. All I often need is a pair of shorts and my shoes. It doesn’t matter if I know where I’m going to not, it’s the process that calms my soul.
I am an endurance athlete, and I have endured what life has dished up. To this point, none of it has been particularly painful, and I am grateful for that.
May we always endure!
The image above was taken with my phone yesterday along the Rideau Canal. I was tossing stones into the water with my younger son and admiring the beauty that Autumn loves to throw at us.