Two Souls
/I ran for one soul.
I’m not sure where the idea came from, but sometime during my training for the Kiawah half marathon I thought it would change the nature of the effort if my running could mean more than a painful challenge for my old body. I decided to run to raise money so someone who otherwise could not afford a 28-day rehab program could do so for free. It cost more than I expected, and I didn’t know if my family and friends would support the effort. They did . . . in a big way.
So, I awakened early and made my way to the starting line with a walk on the beach by myself. I thought about the person whose life was about to change. Who would it be? How desperate will he or she be when they call to see if there’s any way to receive treatment. Do they have a spouse? Children? Is the law involved? Have they lost their job?
The sun rose over my shoulder, and I thought about their new day, the dawn they’re about to be given. It made me think of when I first walked in the doors of my rehab center. It’s a moment I’d never like to experience again, but it’s also a moment I’ll never regret. In fact, it’s a moment for which I will forever be grateful.
As I approached the starting line, I heard the announcer encourage the crowd. It made me realize I wasn’t running alone. Beside me would be someone I’ll never meet. I’m running for a soul – his or hers. But I’m also running for another soul - mine.