When I found myself temporarily living in my childhood bedroom my mom pointed out a large box of things I left behind. She told me to go through the box, however my thinking was that if I had left it behind it wasn’t important to me. I didn’t feel compelled to open this box immediately but a few days ago I finally did. I had no idea what I was looking for but I found exactly what I needed.
I have been using this box as a bedside table. It sits there like a tomb that holds tokens from my past while the things that are important to me now pile up on top of it. The more I put things on top of the box the more difficult it became to open it up. When I finally decided to open it I had to move everything! I guess I could get metephorical here and say that I keep the things that are important to me on the surface and burry the things that aren’t, or that sometimes you have to put what you think is important aside to find what you need. In reality though I was just annoyed I had to actually move stuff off the box.
There are a lot of things in the box but only this newspaper article was worth pulling out.
If you have been following my blog for a while you might know about my history with running, if not you can try to read the above article or read about it more in depth here. When I first started blogging I shared a lot of stories about running in high school, but I haven’t done that at all recently. Those stories were important to me then but they haven’t been important to me lately. Although those experiences are fundamental to the person I am today, they are only relevant at the core of my being. They made me who I am but they aren’t who I am.
I learned at a young age at birth to overcome obstacles and I never really understood the magnitude of what I was doing because it was necessary if I desired to prosper. I pulled this newspaper article out of the box because life is full of obstacles and I needed to be reminded that I’ve overcome obstacles before. Sometimes I forget the things I have overcome in my life. They eventually become less important and I fixate on overcoming the obstacles I see in front of me in the moment. I suppose the obstacles I once overcame get put in a metaphorical box and new ones pile up on top, but I realize that sometimes when I am facing challenges it can be helpful to remember who I am at the core.
The Road Less Run 
My parents did something similar when I was a child. I found the most random swimming articles. I still have that box somewhere.
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