My Marathon

I am wife.
I am mommy.
I am marathon training.
I am selfish.
I am strong.
I am weak.
I am proud.
I am humble.
I am high.
I am low.

I am on a roller coaster, emotions magnified by miles. I give to myself on the road. I give hope and strength and endorphins and a muffin when I'm finished.
But I still need to take, to receive from others.  I need life to allow me to rest, to sit by myself, to snack when I need to snack.  I need a couple of quiet minutes to take a shit.  I need to feel supported.

And so, I

Cultivate patience
Radiate forgiveness
Cook for my family
Read to my children
Fix the throw pillows
Clean the toilet
Get up at 4:30 am, run, and do it all again.

I can only receive what I can give.  I only take what I release, only grow what I sow.

What is your marathon?