I write a running blog.
Most of the time, all I write about is something to do with running. Something related to running. Something/anything I can relate to and want others to relate to. I write about a tiny slice of my day. I have written a post for this blog about 90% of the days since I started… Just about running.
Ideas can be difficult to come up with. Sometimes when I run I think of what I will write the next morning. Hmmm, there is a pain in my left foot… A blog post was born!
One of the consequences of magnifying a single part of my life is that people get the impression that this is all of my life. If I am hurt and writing about my depression of not running, then people get the impression that all I am all day is depressed and hurt.
There are 23.5 hours of the day that I never write about. Sometimes I’ll include some personal stuff in my blog, but that is rare and when I do it is usually related to my running.
So I decided to write some random personal things about myself that I don’t think I have written about before, or that people who are new to my blog don’t really know unless they have gone over the 300+ posts from the past year (and I don’t think they have). Also this is in part accepting the Sunshine award that runningtoherdreams gave me last weekend. Thank you. It means so much. It made me think of putting just a little about myself “out there” and I hope people read her blog. It was one of the inspirations that got me to my marathon last August.
Here we go:
I was born the youngest of 4 children.
I am now the youngest of 3 living children as my sister passed away in a cave diving accident.
My mom went into labor with me at a Penn State football game.
I was born with hips that turned in so severely that I spent a long time with corrective shoes and a bar between my feet.
I could hear when I was born, but soon lost my hearing. My adenoids grew and blocked my hearing. Since I could hear for some time, I learned to read lips, so no one caught on that I couldn’t hear. One day when I was 4 years old my mom put me on her lap, facing away from her and asked me if I wanted ice cream. I didn’t make a move (I’ve always loved ice cream). My speaking was so poor that my late sister was the only one who could understand me. So after lots of tests and a surgery, I woke up from the anesthetics and the first thing I said was, “I can hear”.
I lived in a small town in Pennsylvania. We left our doors unlocked and open when we left the house. Us kids would all play at the other kids house and vice versa. It was a good childhood.
We moved to Northern Va. (Mt. Vernon area) when I was in high school. George Washington used to fox hunt in the backyard of the home my parents bought (long before I was born ). 🙂
I used to race sailboats with my mom and dad on the Potomac. We won many trophies over those few years.
I was a messed up kid from the time we moved to DC (age 15) until after my freshman year of college. During that summer after my freshman year I became a Christian (that story is under my “Faith” tab) and my life has never been the same.
I am married with lots of kids. They are almost all grown (no more child tax credits), and have all turned out to be honorable, good children.
I have been an evangelical Protestant Christian my whole Christian life, and am becoming Catholic on Easter this year.
Although life has thrown in some challenges over the past few years, I am so thankful and grateful for my life, my family and my work. I couldn’t have created a better life for me if I was the one creating it.
The day Joe Paterno got fired from Penn State, I was going to have wrist surgery, I weighed almost 300 lbs, I couldn’t get my wedding ring off and they threatened to cut it off, so my Lovely Wife “helped” me get it off. Hmmm. That hurt.
I lost 100 lbs in under a year.
Running is a big deal to me because it has allowed me to do so much more in my life since I stated. It was almost 2 years ago when I ran my first 1.5 miles. I have run many 5K’s a half marathon and a marathon since then. I enjoy the outdoors for the first time since I was a child. I am in great shape for the first time ever in my life. Since the age of 49, my life has been more impacted from running than almost anything else.
Okay, I’m done. I guess I wanted those who read this to know that running isn’t everything. It is just a thing God has used to add value to my life and give me experiences that I never thought I would have. One day when I finish this ultimate race I am running called life, I will look back and be in awe over my “midlife crisis” called running.
Thank you all for being a part of it.