I ran my first race in over a year. It was slow process, both recovering from benign injuries, as well as running 15-minute miles this morning. In the past months I went through acupuncture, medical massage and physical therapy putting Humpty Dumpty back together again. So, tentatively, step by step I took on Central Park’s Drive.
What I noticed right away was the throngs who passed me as I inched my way forward. I am no stranger to being left behind. In elementary school I often was picked last in kickball, more for my lack of popularity than for any inability to kick and catch the ball. In junior high school I was not asked to parties. I awkwardly went to school dances, uncertain how to pretend I was fine while swaying my hips to The Captain and Tennille. Then, in my early adult years, I didn’t know how to negotiate apartment hunting, and ended up subletting again and again to keep a roof over my head. I am still learning how to navigate the world.
But today, I knew where I needed to be for start of the event. I showed up along with a few thousand New York Road Runner members. Each one of us running for our own reasons. This run helped me appreciate what I’ve learned over the years. Some things are easier for some and not others. We all have our own journey. And, having others pass me can distinguish my particular trek through life. A perfect spring day in Central Park making for an invaluable run.