The Power of Running Through Divorce

My sisters and I didn't know exactly why our parentsthree miles. I don't really know why, but I had convinced
spent their Saturday mornings driving around themyself I couldn't go longer than that. Until the year
neighborhood, strategically leaving water bottles along2000, when I declared that perhaps if I too could
the way. We didn't know why they were gone mostcomplete a marathon, it could act as a metaphor for
of the morning and then exhausted when they camemy life. That perhaps it would create possibility in my
in. I mean, we knew they were running...but from what,life where I didn't know possibility even existed. Little did
we didn't know. Were they running from failedI know how true that would become.
marriages or from the challenges of a new one? OrJust five years after actually becoming a runner, I
were they simply running to get away from us? Wefaced the misfortune of having to leave my marriage
didn't give it much more than a shrug of our shouldersof 14 years. It was an impossible decision, it seemed, to
at the time, but thirty years later, I tend to think theyleave a man who loved me dearly, to break apart a
weren't running from anything, but rather runningfamily that involved two fabulous children and to turn
towards something.towards a path alone. My unhappiness had been
Running is a simple sport that most healthy individualseating at me silently for years, until one day I knew I
can participate in. No matter what their level of activityhad to find the courage to leave. I also knew no one
is, they can do it. One foot in front of the other. But thewould understand. I spent that summer basically alone
power it has of transforming someone into a wholein my head, repeating my favorite mantra, "in the face
new way of being, is amazing. For my parents, someof fear, I will be courageous," but knew deep inside I
twenty years ago, it was definitely a way to createwas as scared as possible.
something different in their lives, as they tried to bridgeAfter a long summer of learning to be a packer, a
two families together and create a "til death do usbuyer and a seller, I quickly began to feel the strength
part" relationship. It was different for them, as they hadcoming back to me. One step at a time, I was handling
basically not done much in the way of exercise at all,a million tasks that seemed impossible to accomplish
and since they were healthy and already thin, it reallyalone. But there was nothing that created more
became taking each new step together...one mile at apossibility in my life than the day the movers moved
time. Similar to how they created their life together,me into my new house. The one that I had bought. It
with family meetings, way ahead of their time andseemed to take days for them to get my furniture just
Sunday family activities, even against our will. But in theso, but just as the sun started to set, they were done
end, they became a united front, completing almost aand heading out with their empty truck. I remember
dozen marathons and becoming the "Home Team" forsitting on the couch, just staring at the walls, listening to
all of us. I believe now, that running gave them muchthe silence of the house and the silence of my inner
more than strength in their legs.voice. For a while I didn't move, wondering when the
For me, running was too lonely of a hobby. All that timefear would hit me, but then without thinking, I went up
spent alone, meant time to think about the weatherthe stairs, changed my clothes and laced up my
that was either too hot or too cold. It meant time to berunning shoes. There was only one thing to do. Run.
deep in my head and uncover all the complaints I'dI headed out onto my quiet new street without even
been dodging and it was simply time to be alone...whichmy ipod. For I was alone, just where I wanted to be,
I never really cared for. I prided myself on my strengthfeeling empowered and strong. As I returned from my
and confidence coming from being surrounded byrun and headed around the corner, I spotted my home
others. I was the "social"one. The one that was neverand began to run faster and faster. Tears ran down
alone. The one, I believe, that was too afraid to bemy face as I acknowledged that I was no longer
alone.running from anything either, but instead, towards
Although I always worked out, I only ran when onsomething...my future.
vacation or very short on time and never more than