Failure or maybe not?



The doctor said, “Sara, you have had six knee surgeries, you have severe arthritis and you just need to STOP running or even jogging.”  #EpicFailure as some would say. Sheez, when I was in my youth, running actually helped keep my arthritis at bay, in fact any and every sport that kept me moving was a source of pain prevention. Ice and heat were and are to this day my friend.

#GoodNews; I did get the OK for mild walks and even squats. Maybe the failure of my older body to function as it did in my youth is yet another learning tool. Off I went to Memorial Park. My Up Band ready to count steps and my new friend the trash bag in my hand. #SquatAndWalk and the new count is not so much about steps, rather bags of trash I CAN squat and pick up.

I am so keenly aware that my body still allows me to walk, squat, hear beautiful tunes as well as see trash; all gifts. It just feels right to #FocusOnAbilities that I still possess and make use of them each and every opportunity and moment I can. I do this as it is so simple and those that choose to leave their trash, well, I choose to pick it up, rather than pass it by. I believe my actions matter.

It was terrific the number of folks that asked me what group I was with, said thanks, said it was a great idea. Each time I was reminded of a quote my friend sent this morning after we had an email misunderstanding, probably because I was moving way too fast and trying to balance a bit too much.

Do not depend on the hope of results. You may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself. You gradually struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for specific people. In the end, it is the reality of personal relationship that saves everything.” 
― Thomas Merton

It was this quote I was thinking about when a complete stranger asked if I had another bag. He joined me and as we walked he suggested we meet again just to experience being a part of doing something so simple and so good; walking, talking, getting to know a stranger and sharing the task of picking up trash. It never was about the results of the walk, rather the act of being open to thinking differently.

Maybe  the Runners High Club will find a day to clean the park up from the 23 cards we picked up that was once information and today was trash. Or maybe my new friend and I will take our bags and another for any joiner and clean the park after the walk for Special Olympics. Who knows? Thrilled that the running club is DOING something wonderful for Special Olympics and perhaps my part is not to be a runner but a trash picker upper….HAPPILY.


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