Oh man…I have two posts that I’m dying to share with you but this one seemed to want to come out first…stream of consciousness style.
If you’ve been visiting this blog much in the past 5 months, you know I have been laser focused on my goal of completing 70.3. Oddly enough the amount of effort I’ve put into this coupled with the consistency has shocked even me. It’s almost consumed me which I guess is a good thing when you’re working towards such a monumental goal.
I’ve been stressed about how I’m going to do and if I’ll even be able to finish it. STRESSED. BUT something happened today that reminded me of something I feel like I preach a lot about…perspective kicked in.
For work, we volunteered to cook dinner for the families living in our local Ronald McDonald House. I picked up the food at Sam’s, and we headed there after work.
I knew, in concept, what the Ronald McDonald House mission was and what went on there but I guess I didn’t think I would be coming into contact with any of the residence or that I would some how manage to stay emotionally unaffected by it after-all, I wasn’t staying there. I wasn’t going through that.
But as you can probably guess by now, that wasn’t the case…AT ALL.
The first person we came into contact with was 6 year old boy (same age as E) who was fighting for his life. Coming into St. Louis every other week to receive chemo treatments. This little guy was in rough shape but seemed to be comforted by the idea of a cupcake. We talked a little more and I just watched he and his mom interact.
It was so hard to not go up and just put my arms around them and tell them it would be ok. I could tell by the look his mom gave me at one point I’m not sure she thought it would. There was a look of fear that I shook me.
And OH MAN did it slap me right back to reality. It pulled me right out of my Ironman obsession and reminded me what life is all about and that regardless of what happens next weekend, life is pretty damn good.
All of a sudden, I’m excited about next weekend in different way that; one that doesn’t consume me with anxiety. Yes, it’s going to be hard but what this family is going through is on a different spectrum of hard. Yes, I’m going to be uncomfortable and want to quit (I’m assuming) but if that little boy isn’t going to quit neither am I.
It’s funny how events like this seem to happen and the exact right. I gave this family and the other families 3 hours of my life but what they gave me is so much more…