And, I thought, a great potential for cheesy inspiration porn.
But I have a vast sucking need for motivation. Matt is more likely to offer me ice cream and a warm blanket than hand me my shoes and such is the magnitude of my sloth-dom, I've been known to actually do laundry while procrastinating.
|(though that doesn't necessary mean that I will)|
I like the idea that I run. I'm proud of my race bibs and calf muscles (if you squint you can't see the pasty whiteness or spider veins). I love the post run high and sometimes, if I'm very lucky, I feel stronger than all my problems during, but putting on my shoes and taking that first long stride is a Big Deal, every time. So I sign up for races.
I am a huge sucker for these silly motivational memes.
And I signed up to run for someone else.
Because you know what I really need is more responsibility.
But I also thought it might be a nice thing to do for someone, since we have no money to donate or time to volunteer. And, squabbles and random snarkiness (auto correct changed that to snakiness. That too) aside, the Down syndrome and blogging communities provide terrific support & resources. My daughter's genetic quirk comes with monthly playgroups, of all things, and all the people I've
Not to suggest there aren't other fabulous community supports in this age of the internet, but we are on a well trodden path.
I had steeled myself for a barrage of special angel comments but I've seen very little smarminess. It's light, fun, & supportive - almost like a daily play group - but one that operates in THIS world, the one with hospital stays, surgeries, and occasional gut wrenching loss. There is a religious base (which I'm happy to ignore) and there can be some awkward, non people first terms but I'd never thought much about the language of disability either, 6 years ago. I think there's a tendency to bristle and get cranky when we wander out into the world and find the gen pop isn't quite as involved/understanding/PC as we want them to be, but that knowledge doesn't spring organically from nothingness. Connections and familiarity are the fastest, surest way to that understanding we crave. People without a single tie to the disability/special needs community are signing up to run for strangers, getting to know them & their families. Running is hard and nothing kills the smell of pity faster than a blister, yet it keeps growing. Y'all know I don't do rainbows & unicorns but that does warm my frozen, cynical heart a bit.
Weirdly, and last paragraph notwithstanding, I haven't signed up The Girl up to be matched. Partly because I run for her too, but mostly because I think she can run for herself. Just like Jimmy Jenson. Now if there was a group for the non-verbal…
I was matched with an adorable little boy who probably isn't old enough to appreciate my sporadic 5 milers (or my fastest ever half marathon last month - whoot!), but he likes pictures of my girl and I'm one more person in the world who cares for him. We could all use one more person, couldn't we?
Thank you, Robert - IRUN4U!
Now I just need my knees to hold out.
(photo quality is a different issue)