Thank you for this beautiful and honest reflection, Peter. It has been very confronting (yet also helpful) to learn and acknowledge how grief and stress show up in my body and then affect my running. Then, being angry and depressed about *that* starts the ball of confusion. Again, thanks for writing this (and thanks for being you). ♥️
Thank you for this. Beautiful writing about such difficult lessons. I just lost my mom a couple of weeks ago - I feel like I’m doing all the things I should be doing (for my family, for my daughter, for myself even), but that implies a linearity to what and why I’m feeling (they even call it processing), when where my body and my heart and my mind are at is wildly changing at all times; everywhere and everything all at once. Cheers to you for making a hard choice and recognizing what wasn’t for you in this moment and what you still have in your continued running.
Peter, thank you for sharing this. It must've been so hard to make the call to skip the race, maybe just as hard to write this with such an open heart. I admire you even more for taking the time and space you need, and for talking about it. Your words are a gift to the running world. Even though you won't be running the course this year, over the years you've helped so many of us be better prepared to tackle it. In a way you'll still be running with all of us. Thank you.
My heart hurts for you. I would be inconsolable indefinitely in your shoes. All my love.
This resonates. There is no glory in grief, just an internal acknowledgement of a job well done. Like an unrecorded run, alone, in the dark. It still counts but the work is hard and unforgiving. There is no reward, other than maybe the sense of feeling a little bit lighter, that small upturned smile you speak of. I feel you. You are a wonderful storyteller. Keep going.
Thank you for this beautiful and honest reflection, Peter. It has been very confronting (yet also helpful) to learn and acknowledge how grief and stress show up in my body and then affect my running. Then, being angry and depressed about *that* starts the ball of confusion. Again, thanks for writing this (and thanks for being you). ♥️
Thank you for this. Beautiful writing about such difficult lessons. I just lost my mom a couple of weeks ago - I feel like I’m doing all the things I should be doing (for my family, for my daughter, for myself even), but that implies a linearity to what and why I’m feeling (they even call it processing), when where my body and my heart and my mind are at is wildly changing at all times; everywhere and everything all at once. Cheers to you for making a hard choice and recognizing what wasn’t for you in this moment and what you still have in your continued running.
Your writing is just so beautiful. It’s truly an art and this piece in particular really speaks to me today ❤️
Peter, thank you for sharing this. It must've been so hard to make the call to skip the race, maybe just as hard to write this with such an open heart. I admire you even more for taking the time and space you need, and for talking about it. Your words are a gift to the running world. Even though you won't be running the course this year, over the years you've helped so many of us be better prepared to tackle it. In a way you'll still be running with all of us. Thank you.
My heart hurts for you. I would be inconsolable indefinitely in your shoes. All my love.
This resonates. There is no glory in grief, just an internal acknowledgement of a job well done. Like an unrecorded run, alone, in the dark. It still counts but the work is hard and unforgiving. There is no reward, other than maybe the sense of feeling a little bit lighter, that small upturned smile you speak of. I feel you. You are a wonderful storyteller. Keep going.