Monday, November 14, 2011

This post is not so much running related. And it contains LANGUAGE. You have been warned. 

So, last year at a staff meeting, my assistant principal was talking about infusing a more positive atmosphere into the school. He said something along the lines of, "Look, I'm not asking you guys to be going around shitting rainbows or anything, I'm just asking for you to try to make it a more positive place." 

As you can imagine, this phrase took off. There were many references to pooping rainbows said throughout the year. Our poor principal was nicknamed Rainbow Boy by our principal. I've even heard a rainbow joke or two, but none of them are coming to mind right now. 

Lately, I've been doing a shitty job of pooping rainbows. 

I know why this is. And I know what's caused it. But what do you do when your heart hurts? What do you do when you don't know which way to go? 

I know that time heals. Yep, I got that memo. And I know that what's meant to be will be. Got that memo too. And I really, really, really do believe that there's a greater plan out there. But there are quiet moments where I have to wonder why the struggle has to take sooooooo freakin' long to get through.

I'm hoping what this means is that I can push those rainbows into running. Running, running, running. 

Rainbows, people. Rainbows. 


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