It is no surprise I have chosen long distance running while raising a child with special needs. They both correlate in that there are extended moments of forward steps with quiet open fields around you. No one is cheering. No one is offering any promises. You just keep on going. Believing. Settling in to the forward motion full of nothing but pure faith.
Pushing, yet reserved. Pacing, patiently watching one mile pass after the other. Progress, one step at a time. Steps you can never truly explain to anyone else. They live in a quiet place inside you. A place of deep-seated love, emotion and motivation to keep going. No matter what.
Your pace, your journey is purely internal and personal. A place that no matter where the road leads, the finish line is a victory. This is a journey I did not choose, but was chosen for me. A journey that now I would never, ever give up for a thousand easy promises.