Caitlin Ireland Robertson, a dear, dear friend from our younger years of fun and frolick in our small MN town has come back into my life in such a splendid manner. She doesn't yet know, but her music is healing me!
For the past couple of months I have struggled to put down in words my thoughts, fears, and hopes that come sweeping over me in waves of emotion I haven't yet experienced from any of my previous surgeries. As I listen to Caitlin's debut album, I realize that these emotions I am feeling are heart ache: Heart break for the parts of me that seem to be lost, it is frightening and a bit overwhelming. I am trusting that through every heart break, comes growth, strength, and most often a most wonderful place that you could not have imagined as you sit in the dark, crying for the loss and for the plans you thought you were making.
These feelings culminate after a phenomenal weekend with my family in Minneapolis. How different to think a couple of years ago I thought I may be racing in the Olympic Trials marathon this past weekend. Instead, I watched coverage with my family as we sat in Marney and Colin's living room. Though not how we had bought we could experience that race, I looked around the living room and felt so loved and lucky to be in that exact place in time. These small, simple moments in live get more and more precious through each passing day.
Thank you Ciatlin, U.S. Marathoners, Marn, Colin, Mom, Dad, Rob, and the rest of "the Fam." Your love, wisdom, laughter, wackiness, and support make an awesome team. I love you!
My Book Gig Weekend in Photos
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