Unwritten

Life is always in a state of flux and change.  If you told me a year ago that I was going to have my own page about running, I would have looked at you like you had two heads.  Had you told me that I was going to have a blog page, a twitter account, an Instagram account or a Pinterest account, I would have laughed.  I was happy in my little Facebook world with my little Facebook friends.  I posted primarily for my friends and family on the East Coast.

You see, I am a transplant.  I was born and raised in New Jersey (South Jersey to be exact).  I lived there for 18 years before moving to the Golden State.  I have now lived in California longer than I have New Jersey.  But, New Jersey is still my home.  I have three beautiful children, two fuzzy children and one adoring, supportive husband.  Before I had all these treasures, I was going through life like any other 18 year old.  Except I was not the average 18 year old.

Due to some very bad advice early in my education, I was sent to an unaccredited college.  When I moved to California, I had to redo all those credits over.  I was attending a Community College while trying to work 30 hours a week for an attorney.  I soon found my future alma mater and was attending school there for my core course work, attending the community college to get the lesser necessary classes at a cheaper tuition, and yes, I was still working.  The stress that I had was higher than your average college student’s stress at the time.  I paid my way through school.  I had one small loan for $1,800 which I was able to repay almost immediately.  To handle this stress, running became a part of my life.

Running has been a part of my life since I was 18 years old.  It has gotten me through many sticky situations.  I have been forced to think about things.  I have written term papers while running (in my head of course).  I have dealt with some very traumatic life blows and running was my salvation. I have found my SELF while running. In 2011, I ran over 1,000 miles.  Those miles were spent working through some very deep, soul searching issues that I was never properly able to take care of.

Like an empty sheet of paper or even this blog page before all these words were typed, I see miles as the opportunity to reshape myself.  I get stronger with each mile I run.  I get stronger every time I tell my personal story-believe me, there is a lot to me. My personal friends would nod in agreement as they have watched me transform.

Today, I was thinking about what could possibly be my first blog post.  Who would even read this drivel?  Who could be interested?  I went to my favorite spa to have my sports therapy massage done because I have been running about 40-50 miles per week.  I am training for the 2013 ING New York Marathon, Rock-n-Roll Las Vegas Full Marathon and the California International Marathon.  I am just 36 days away from a bucket list race, 50 days away from a fun race, and 71 days away from a race that I would like to run like I have never run before.  I am just weeks away from the opportunity of a lifetime.  All this because of simple luck and a kiss from the race gods who took my PR away from me due to a nasty injury at the Philadelphia Marathon in 2011.  My loving masseuse told me that she loves my Facebook page, http://www.facebook.com/IRunCalifornia.  She gave the most wonderful feedback and she told me some truly amazing things that my little ole page was doing for her.  I got into my car after my massage and on the radio was Natasha Bedingfield’s song, “Unwritten”.  I thought – “That is it”!

Running for me is my salvation.  Running is my religion.  Running is my freedom.  Running is my passion.  Without it, I am lost.  Like Natasha’s song says,  “only you can speak the words on your lips”.  I also have to add that only you can run the miles that are ahead of you.  “Live your life with your arms wide open”!

“Unwritten” ~Natasha Bedingfield
(abbreviated)

I am unwritten, can’t read my mind, I’m undefined
I’m just beginning, the pen’s in my hand, ending unplannedStaring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines
We’ve been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can’t live that way

Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Let the sun illuminate the words that you could not find

Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it
Release your inhibitions
Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins

Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten

8 thoughts on “Unwritten

  1. Congrats on the blog!! And can’t wait to follow. I feel the same way about running, have been running since I was 18 too…gosh , that means I’ve been running 19 years?? How did we get old? 🙂

  2. Congrats on the blog! Excited! Now all you need is a bloglovin account so I can follow you 🙂 I’ve been running since I was 18 years old too and feel the same way about it. Wait…I’ve been running for 19 years now??? AHHHH! How did that happen?

  3. Just recently been following you on FB and just found your blog too. I had to chuckle because my mom is a NJ transplant too (North Jersey) and has lived in NorCal for about 35+ years.

    I’ll be at RnR Las Vegas too!

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