My family came to me in support on the roughest day I had
preparing for the run. I had only a few
hours before left to attend the preparation ceremony for the runners in San
Diego. As I was waiting for my last
paycheck, which never came that day, I was frantically searching to find my
camera charger and my passport. Once I
realized I had accidently recycled my passport amongst piles of papers a few
months earlier, I was instantly defeated.
I needed it to pass through Canada, Mexico and Guatemala. Without it I was stuck. I began thinking to myself that it was a sign
I shouldn’t go. Financially and
emotionally speaking, there were and are many reasons for me to stay and take
care of my present life at home. So when
this happened, I wanted to call it all off. Giving up was simply easier.
But a few minutes later my family started knocking on the
door to spend time and see me off. They
were specifically dropping their normal Thursday happenings to come support
me. I couldn’t just give up. I couldn’t imagine disappointing them. I talked with a few of my tías and with
laughter, hugs, and soothing words, I calmed down and knew everything would
work out. (And it did. I was able to expedite a new passport and received
it yesterday afternoon!)
That night I received words, good words– words of wisdom and
of gold. I may not be able to recollect
each phrase word for word, but I remember the emotions. I remember the feeling of comfort, stability,
pride, and faith. My body remembers and
with that I can confidently say that when situations present themselves, I’ll
remember those words and I’ll know what to do.
In all, I know I’m never alone on this journey.
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