When I was in college, there was a hill I used to run up; from my apartment to a boy's house.
About a month ago I spent the night at my sister's house in Orem.
Close to where I went to college. I went running that morning and
decided to run "the hill."
A flood of memories came back to me. I remembered all the thoughts that used to occupy me as I ran.
I didn't really like who I was back then.
There was the angst of boyfriend issues, the worries of what would become of my life.
I think I may have used that hill as a
punishment. I
thought that if I could make it up this hill then I could control the other "out of control" things in my life.
What a difference 20 years makes.
I was amazed at just how different I felt. Not just physically, but mentally and emotionally.
I had the biggest smile on my face as I ran past his house. I
remembered all the good memories, and realized I really like who I
am now.
Don't get me wrong. I still have angst and worries about the future. And I definitely have lots of improvements to make in my life.
But, getting to the top of a hill does not make that stuff go away.
The reward of running hills is not getting all my problems behind me.
The reward is the actual running of the hill.
It's what makes me stronger.
