I'm not a runner - just a mom trying to deal with the death of her daughter. Kristy was a multi-talented woman and a professional athlete. Running helps me to feel her presence. And it offers a little peace. - Kristy's mom
The following entries (from beginning runner to half marathon finisher) represents a continuing journey of tremendous grief and sorrow, and of transformation - largely through the therapeutic power of running. The sorrow that has broken my heart open wide has in time allowed me to experience the beauty of being in the present moment. And of course, without the support of family and friends to guide me, I would not have made it this far.
While we sleep here, elsewhere we are awake. Thus each person is two people.
Jorge Luis Borges
One of Kristy's favorite authors was Paulo Coelho. I once asked Kristy if she had a book I could read while traveling to see my sister Kim. She picked out the book, "Eleven Minutes" and gave it to me as a present. The girl in the book, Maria, says of herself that she is not a "body with a soul, but a soul with a body." Even though we are essentially both I think sometimes they seem to get mixed up. The line gets blurred. When something extraordinary in our lives happens, whether it is good or bad, our world can shift. We can change "bodies".
There seems to be no way to survive the sorrow of death, except to escape to that other part of oneself called the soul. But this is a curious paradox because to gain entrance to the soul I have found it takes a great deal of the body to accomplish. When I have been running long enough I feel as if I am able to distract my body to the point that I am allowed entrance into this other part of myself. The part of me that is awake. The part of me that can still see what my body no longer can.
It is inside this part of me where Kristy now resides.