Running with Gratitude…

This past week has been trying. I was in an accident on my way to work (rear-ended by a distracted driver in bumper to bumper traffic). I didn’t exactly have the most cooperative insurance agent (in her defense I was a bit shaken up). Then there are the all too many sad posts on Facebook from former colleagues and friends who are suffering major losses.

To top it all off, the accident agrivated some old issues from a previous accident — Nothing major just stiffness and soreness that limited my normal training regime. Admittedly I was very concerned about the future of my running. Sixty-one isn’t exactlly spring chicken teritory , so I iced and took ibuprophen as directed along with light stretching. The reduced activity gave me time to take invintory not on what happened but what I have and for that I am greatful.

Life can turn on a dime — You can be stopped in traffic and be jarred into a nasty reality, or you can be talking with someone in the morning and hear they passed that evening. There can be this little bump somwhere and the next thing you know you’re in an oncologists office discussing options. Which is why we need to be in the present, not griping about what’s passed or focused on a future event or wish that hasn’t happend. We need to practice gratitude and share what we have — Not gifts, but our gifts.

Give empathy along with or instead of sympathy, lend a hand rather than give a handout,  listen rather than preach, be present and appreciate all these moments, don’t wallow in regrets, most importantly Be Kind…

By the way I ran yesterday eight miles, they weren’t easy and it wasn’t pretty but I was running with a greatful heart, because I was running…

Run on

G

A Little Cyber Reality…

I was mulling over the “social networking sphere” while I was running today (random thoughts while running keep me from thinking about how much my legs ache). Although I’ve been “on” Facebook and recently joined Twitter, I still can’t wrap my mind around “Friends” and “Followers.” Facebook makes you feel popular with all those friends.  Then again Twitter gives you Rock Star like status with “Followers.”

All of this got me to thinking if the “Social Networking Scene” started during the time of Buddha and Jesus would we all log in as disciples  or would we be apostles or prophets? Would the Buddha be able to meditate or would he have to update his time line? Would the Sermon on The Mount be a Web cast or could it be downloaded from iTunes? Would we hit like on Jesus’s status “Attending a Wedding at Cana, hope they have enough wine?” Would we re-tweet Buddha’s Tweet “Life contains suffering” ?

Obviously this is all tongue  in cheek but it get’s you to thinking. Really great things happen in the real world. Miracles need to be experienced and don’t require a like or  re-tweet. While the social network has brought information it’s lost intimacy …

Just a few thoughts from the run,

Ginnie

What Really Matters

Well the Super Bowel is over and now its time for people to regain their senses…

Just a quick introduction on my bias toward the two teams; I grew up watching and routing for the Giants. My dad and uncles weened me on Blue. However, after Bill Parcells went to the Patriots I followed them and became a fan. (My mother is a RABID PATRIOT FAN) – So you see I have a lot of perspective on both and love both teams. It wasn’t a win or a loss for me so I sort of feel happy/sad…

Now lets get down to what really matters! This was a game played by 106 men and coached by a bunch more… They are the only ones who should say WE or OUR  it was their win or their loss. My Patriot friends who have gone off the deep end the world has not ended! Life goes on! To my Giant Friends you didn’t Win. The team you route for did!

Facebook posts about God not listening to prayers, or wanting to die, or worse wishing fans of the other team ill will – Really? Sports are a wonderful escape and should be enjoyed and shared, but when we make it bigger than it should be we fail to see reality – We fail to see What Really Matters…

 

Ginnie