It's A Race..

Last weekend my husband entered his 13th Half Iron-man event....

We joined the sidelines and cheered, clapped, encouraged and willed him over the line....

So proud of him...

Great that this is something that he can share with his younger brother also.

Looking over the pictures I captured for the day got me thinking....we are all in a race.....

  

Some days start earlier than others....they are filled with rumbling tummies and feeling of defeat even before we begin......but to see the sun rise on beautifully perfect conditions makes the heart beat just a little faster.....

 

The race is not run alone....in fact sometimes we have to be prepared to jostle for position...capitailse on our strengths...lead the way....move out of the pack....

We must always remember that someone is always looking out for us....they are perched on a vantage point that they can see us but we may not see them...

Sometimes there are points in the race of life....milestones ..turning points that we must recognise as a job well done...shake off the jangles now and fix our eyes on the next part of our journey...we have broken through the worst part of dipping our toes in or jumping fully in...we may be cold and numb but we are well and truly on our way...

Remind yourself that the cheer squad is still out there...poised to cheer and encourage us to go for it...

It is good to look up and have a little smile....lots of the race behind us but still a ways to go...people care and are wanting the best for us...

There is a little craziness along the way...but we all need crazy in our lives right?...otherwise we will be crushed by the seriousness of it all

The race can seem long.....for some taking a load off is the way to keep up the pace....but for others of us, the time is not yet to rest...

Always keeping our eyes fixed on the way ahead...ticking off the goals as we go...

Then just when you feel you can't do it anymore.....there are those people cheering you on again....louder this time...more excited than they have been....cause they know how hard you have been doing it...and how close you are a big achievement....one of many past and many more to come...

Race face on.....straight for the prize line....not really a finish line for most of us....still so much that lies ahaed...but a moment to realise that we are stronger than we think...more capable than we believe....

A little rest and recuperation from the busyness and the tiredness of the race we are in...is needed...in fact essential...

Most of us are never going to compete in crazy races like that of my husband but life on a daily basis can be just as rigorous for some of us.....

This race contained all sorts of ages...a wide range of fitness levels...some had big cheer squads some had a few....some sprang across the line with a lightness , some dragged their  bodies up the finish chute...they were all received with cheers and congratulations.

We all do this race of life differently...at different paces...with varying amounts of ease....but hopefully with successes along the way and a bunch of special people to cheer you on loudly and be there to hold you up for the time of recovery....