Pick Me up at Target, Please

Illinois Target Store
Never has a tan concrete exterior and a hot asphalt parking lot seemed more appealing. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Pick me up at Target, please.

It’s what I should have said to someone as I was heading out for my morning 10.5 mile run. But honestly, I did not think it was going to be a problem. It was my final run of my 52nd year.

All I expected was a lot of introspection, retrospection, and celebration of the end of another year. That is so NOT what happened.

By the time I reached the second mile out of nowhere came tons of negative thoughts that ranged from what I could’ve, should’ve, would’ve, didn’t, did, with a few failures thrown in. By the time I reached mile four I was almost on my knees in tears. I knew I was in trouble when I reached mile five on the top of the Isle ofPalms connector and the view that always takes my breath away only reminded me of a dream deferred. Yikes!

Sunrise at Isle of Palms - June 2007
You know it’s bad when you look at this and long for Target. (Photo credit: willia4)

So at the top of the bridge I stopped. That’s right. I stopped on the shoulder and looked down to the marsh and said a silent prayer. I am not sure how long I stood there, but when I started home I thought about the Target store. I could run to the parking lot and hopefully find someone I knew to drive me home. That was the plan and it sounded like a pretty good one.

When I got to the road to turn into Target I realized something. Target is a bit less than 2.5 miles from my house. Less than 2.5 miles. That means that in the midst of my self inflicted pity party I covered eight miles!

So did I need to ask someone to pick me up at Target? No.

Couldn’t I, the self-proclaimed poster child for the 50+ and fabulous walk, run, hop, crawl, or electric slide 2.5 miles to my house? Yes and that is exactly what I did. I am pleading the 5th on how much crawling and electric sliding was involved.

As soon I as passed Target all of those horrible thoughts disappeared. Just like magic. It was not the run I imagined, but during it I showed real courage.Yes, in my own quiet way I exhibited true raw unfiltered courage on demand.  So glad that I did not ask anyone to pick me up at Target and today of all days I really wanted to.

Again, not the run I was planning but not a bad way to end a year. Happy birthday to me. I done well.

“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.” 

― Mary Anne Radmacher

Have you ever had one of those runs? 

I eat miles for breakfast, or occasionally for a snack later in the day. Self proclaimed 50+ and fabulous poster child, US Army vet, college professor, avid runner, yoga enthusiast, guest columnist, and I've used Olay since I was 17 so they should use me in at least one of their ads!

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  1. Happy Birthday! What a great birthday run it turned out to be. I’ve noticed that since I turned 50, I’ve been much more introspective on my birthdays, and sadly there are so many things I wish I could go back and change. Oh well, onward!

  2. Isn’t it amazing all the places that our minds can go on a single run? Good or bad, this will be a memorable one for you and thanks for sharing your experience. It’s great that you ended on a high note and can take pride in that. Happy birthday to you!

  3. Happy birthday to you! Yes, you did well 🙂 I think we all have those runs, and sometimes they show up more frequently … it’s a phase, I guess. Good job accepting the difficulty and finding a way to keep going, and not beating yourself up too much!

  4. Happy birthday! It’s so amazing how much control the mind has over teh body and those negative thoughts can be so debilitating sometimes. 🙁 Good for you for taking control back!

  5. Happy birthday!! Your posts are always good for a little inspiration and a good laugh. When I saw the title, I knew it would be a good one! Haha. Hope you have the best year yet!