“Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring, and accomplishing.”
--George Sheehan
I must confess---I an an ultra-marathoner in remission.
That’s the equivalent of running 2 marathons back to back in one race. I’ve done it in under 7 hours for 50 miles. Which brings me to George.
George was a running guru, not particularly a great runner, he was a runner with a good heart. His editorials were entertaining, philosophical, and touching. Running was more than just racing and working out, it was life and how to live life to the fullest. The feeling of accomplishing was more than the value of the accomplishment. Now I have rusting medals and trophies, a constant visual reminder and lasting tribute to my hard work and George’s spirit.
Wealth, honor, prestige, personal gain, the ladder of success
Are not values but emptiness done in vain?
Don’t wait for an illness or calamity to see
what was missing---so I checked on my reflection,
A man in a mirror without a heart and a will
I am all dried up like a prune is my rational explanation,
Could I be addicted to self, an inner ache,
I am full of stories, out of step
Joy from my private possessions?
I reach out to catch a piece of breeze, like trying to tame a tornado.
Yet I know I am not indispensable but I am saved for good works
To give my best regardless of what happens
To chip away at mediocrity, of mindless and senseless thought
I will not grow weary of doing good
For my season is yet to come and I will not lose heart.
Bro Myles, happiness is also about not being afraid of the right to enjoy the victory AFTER the struggle as we both accomplish and endure.
Sweet poem, nice to "read" you...
cynth'ya lewis reed
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Sweet poem, nice to "read" you...
cynth'ya lewis reed
Be safe,
Karen
Strength and courage boldly underscore your love for running, for life--excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
I, too, love the line,
"I reach out to catch a piece of breeze, like trying to tame a tornado..." Exquisite!
But it must be a marvelous feeling, and this is a marvelous poem.