I decided to run up the next hill as fast as I could…I wanted to run that hill for Charlie. My husband always tells me that if the miles become difficult during a long run, give those miles up for someone who is suffering…so this morning I decided to run up that hill for Charlie.
As I approached the hill I began to pick up my pace…I was pushing as hard as I could to get up it. The wind was whipping and all around me the leaves were swirling. I was chanting the whole time to myself, “This is for you Charlie, this is for you!” And it seemed that the harder and faster I ran, the harder and faster the wind blew, and the swirling leaves began to strike me, some stinging my legs as they hit!
When I reached the top I stopped, I was panting and dizzy, and sweat was just pouring out of me. Once I caught my breath I turned around to look at the hill I had just climbed. After a minute or so, I slowly started to walk back down the hill, and then a strange thing happened…I suddenly realized that I could hear the wind and see the leaves being whisked across the road, but I couldn’t feel it. My hair was not blowing and my shirt was not being rattled or ruffled, the leaves blew by but not one hit me… it was like I was in a bubble of some sort.
There was a soothing yet strange calm protecting me from all the wind’s fury.
Then I stopped for a moment…
And in my heart I could feel Charlie say, “This is for you Barb.”