Worry. Worry Not…

44 days until I toe the line at my 4th marathon. I feel so very unprepared.

While running a slow 6-miler this morning, I couldn’t help but think in my minuscule, little, walnut sized brain, “Could I do this 4.5 more times today to run a full marathon?”

Maybe. Maybe not.

Of course, why should I worry? There is absolutely nothing I can do about it…today.

It is today, after all. August 27, 2015. I still have 44 days until October 11. That’s a lot of time. Or, it could be a small amount of time. But that would be thinking like a pessimist.

I may as well look at my glass as being half full because there is absolutely nothing I can do about it…today.

Why worry about stuff that hasn’t happened yet?


So much can happen in 44 days. It isn’t worth the effort worrying about 44 days. The best I can do is live in the moment because that is pretty much all I’m guaranteed at this point. I ran today and it was a good run. I have no complaints. I have no worries.

Next on the agenda today are a few blog posts and a few e-mails. Then, I get to run a few errands with my daughters. Then, there is dinner and a little family time. And then we get to do it all over again.

     Will I be able to run tomorrow?

     Will I be able to run my half marathon on Saturday?

     Will I be able to do my two long runs next month?

     Will I be able to run Chicago?

Should I be worried about stuff I have no control over? Should I worry over worries that I create in my mind? Should I worry about something that may not even come to pass?

This morning in Yoga class, our Yogi, Marcia, shared this snipet with us. It was so timely. She read it to us twice. Once at the start of class, and then at the end. When she read it at the end, I actually swelled with tears. A hormonal wreck? Oh, yeah. I’m that. But perhaps it was the words…the meaning of the words…that actually got to me.

The Peace of Wild Things


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.


I rest in the grace of the world.

I am free.


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