Today has been a struggle. My preference would have been to curl up with a bowl of Captain Crunch and a side of hot cocoa. I needed a long run, but the rain and wind made me contemplate the treadmill. But the thought of more than 2 hours of hamster running made me cringe. Truly, if I didn’t have a marathon planned, I would have bagged the whole thing. My inner child just wanted to eat candy, curl up in a fetal position and let the world pass by for a while.
With plenty of encouragement I headed out for 14 miles. I told the hubs how long I would be gone and that my planned route was up on the computer monitor. (For safety, I always give him an idea of where I go on long runs.) Three miles in, I made a pit stop and texted the hubs that I was changing my route to something I could cut short if needed. My right Achilles was really bothering me and I felt completely defeated. I even turned on my mp3 player to see if music would help kick my attitude.
The music began to help and I turned a corner which would lead me farter from home instead of closer. I walked a lot. I moaned and complained to myself. I couldn’t understand the extent of the pure defeat I felt. I hated running and began to think it wasn’t worth it. Maybe I should quit and take up walking. Then To Fly by Day of Fire played.
I can see it in your eyes
You were made to overcome
I can see it in your eyes
You were made to rise above
I can see it in your eyes
So take these wings and fly
You were made to overcome
I can see it in your eyes
You were made to rise above
I can see it in your eyes
So take these wings and fly
Something clicked in my psyche. I was angry. I was sad. I had seen the news earlier in the morning…just before the urge to eat comfort foods and curl up in a ball. Joe Paterno was dead. I was not grieving his death. I was grieving for the unnecessary victims. I was sad that they would not have the answers they needed. I was angry that Joe Paterno would not answer to all the children that were violated due to his inaction.
In my years of counseling, I had been warned that there would be things that would trigger memories and anger and grief. Things that would have no connection to me and my experiences. You see, I am an unnecessary victim. My violation may not have happened if an adult had taken action. Words were said and adults were aware, but nothing was done. I wonder how many other victims there are that have said nothing. I wonder how many were molested after me. I wonder if I had said something years earlier could I have saved another victim. I was a child. I was afraid. Others were adults. They were in a place to protect children. Yet their inaction caused great hurt and damage.
I believe in Heaven. I believe in Hell. I don’t know where Joe Paterno went. I don’t know where the man that molested me went. Only God knows. And that is His responsibility. My responsibility is to speak up against wrong. It is my responsibility to feel the anger and sadness and respond to it appropriately. The rest is up to God. I am happy to let Him be the final judge.
Once I realize the cause of my attitude, I can accept it. I railed at God for a bit and my eyes brimmed with tears. Then I let Him have all. My anger, my grief was gone. They will return from time to time. They are a part of me. I am who I am because of all of my experiences.
The remainder of the run was not suddenly wonderful and amazing. I could only wish. It was painful and tedious. Yet, it wasn’t so bad anymore. I can deal with the aching muscles. I can deal with the fatigue. When my mind is clear, I can take these wings and fly!