Warrior Within

Today I ran in the Wounded Warrior Project 8K—before you run off and do the conversion, that is approximately 4.97 miles. It’s probably one of my favorite races to run. Not because of the course, or the swag, or the entertainment. It’s one of my favorites because of the wounded warriors themselves.  While I am thankful for their service, what touches me more is their indomitable will to move forward. The soldiers whom I see running in the race or in the bike ride inspire me to push beyond what someone else may see as my “possibility.”

Around the 4 mile mark today I was passed by a soldier in a face mask and combat boots who was pushing another soldier in a wheelchair. Back at the 3 mile marker I saw the older man from last year pushing his walker along the course—head down, eyes focused, moving forward. Another team of solders had finished the race—carrying Old Glory—and ran back to escort and encourage others towards the finish line. Even at this event, they were giving their time in service to others.

This year has been tough. I've been told three times, by three different doctors to stop running. One told me to stop lifting heavy weights. Another told me to stop doing lunges and squats. For a minute I did heed their advice. And then my spirit started to question what was really possible. What more might I accomplish if I simply push past this moment?  Should I surrender to what they say is possible?

Don’t get me wrong, I know that we have to heed our doctor’s advice. I understand their reasoning. But I also know that their word is not law. Five years ago a team of doctors kept telling me that I would develop diabetes…yeah, NOT. Instead of letting their prognosis debilitate me, I take better care of myself. I make sure I take a rest day, stretch, ice as needed, get monthly massages, etc. etc. etc.

"Heroes" running for Heroes

So running among the warriors in this race this time around, I felt somewhat kindred. While our scars are of different origin, I understand a little bit about the spirit, the will, the vision, the courage it takes to move past “can’t” into “can.” I know what it feels like to conquer. Even as all my co-workers passed me, it didn't bother me the way it did a few months ago. Just being there with the ability to finish was enough for me. When I tell you that I took moments to enjoy the colors of the trees, encourage a few other runners, shout out to my co-workers, high-five volunteers...just being there was freaking awesome.

The icing on the cake for me during this race is when, at 4.39 miles in, a 60 year old gentleman with one hip and a survivor of a number of knee surgeries told me that I kept him pushing up the hills because I wouldn't stop. We made a pact to run the final stretch and not let each other stop. When he ran across the finish line I gave him the biggest hug. This life is magnificent! Use your pitfalls as opportunities to triumph and inspire others. Today I remember that all things are possible, if I have the faith to believe it and the will to move towards the vision.