The "Why" Question

 

Ever notice that we use "Why" more often than any other word when asking a question?   We could use when, or who, or what but no….it’s more often Why.   I have a young grandson who has turned asking Why into an artform.   Every Why answer becomes the raw material for a new Why question.

 

Answering Why questions can be challenging.  Sometimes the answers are too painful to even express.  Sometimes the answer just leads to more questions.  And sometimes a question has no good answer.  I have a bunch of those for God when I meet him.

 

I often get the Why question about my running.   Normally the easiest answer is just turning it around and asking, “Why don’t you?”.   Unsatisfied with my non-answer, over time the question has become more qualified….”Why do you run so far?  Why do you run outside in this cold weather?  Why do you run at your age? “

 

I thought about it the other day (during a run of course) and came up with a lot of answers but these were the top 3:

-         I feel better after I run than before and I seldom feel as good on days I don’t run.  Throughout my life it has been a bell weather  for my health.

-         It is something I can do that allows me to help others through Help in the Nick of Time.

-         It creates shared experiences with my family.

So the short answer is running allows me to feel good, spend time with my family and help others.   Who can knock that?

 

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When the Spirit MOVES You

 

I recently moved, again.  The 4^th time in 11 years.  No, I don’t have a sadistic streak, I get no pleasure from the stress of packing up years of accumulated cruft, selling a house, buying a house, and moving to a new area where I have to establish new friends and doctors.    So it’s not that I enjoy moving, my life just seems to have taken a path that makes me a bit of a nomad.  Despite the challenges, each move has brought new joys, friends, and experiences, and brought me closer to my children and grandchildren. 

 

My running has mirrored that path, each move bringing me new experiences and friends.   Even more important to me, it has allowed shared experiences with my family.  This morning for instance I went for a run with my twin grandsons.  They are now in high school and are accomplished runners but they were kind enough to slow down to match my “old person pace”….a bit of a mercy run.  Over the course of more than an hour they listened patiently to my stories of the old days of my running and the Boston Marathon.    As most of us older people know, reminiscing about the old days is just what we do.  It was a shared experience that I wouldn’t have had without moving to be close to them.  It makes all the pain of moving worthwhile.

 

As we embark on another year of Marathon Challenge to help children with cancer and their families, I remind myself that much like a move, the benefits far exceed the work.