My mom came in from the rain triumphantly holding a bag of frozen strawberries she had acquired from the freezer in the garage. She explained that in order to climb through the garage window with her short legs she needed to put a little stepstool on the inside, but that was a minor issue. The point was, even though the garage door was broken and the only way in was through the window, nothing was going to stop this Yiaya from hunting down the much needed smoothie ingredient for her grandkids! I recognized that grit. She may not do things like she did in her 40s, but that doesn’t mean she can’t do them.
Being on Sprycel for nearly three months has tested some of my physical, mental and emotional limits. It’s not that I’m laid up in bed or losing my hair or my lunch, it’s just that a little bit of life has been sucked out of every day—in my dramatically low moments I think of Wesley in the Pit of Despair, if you’ve ever seen The Princess Bride.
Before Sprycel, I had a healthy dose of pushing myself to go beyond my limitations—grad school, teaching, delighting in my kids, studying other languages, running further and faster than before… I was making little goals to challenge the current “personal best” that I had. With all those goals in full swing, I added Sprycel. I added naps. I eliminated some teaching hours. Each day my body feels like I climbed a mountain or ran a race. So whether I sit around all day or train for a 5K, I’m still exhausted by the end of the day.
In this new era I’m learning to pinpoint my limitations so that I can more successfully work within them. Author Elisabeth Elliot uses the analogy of a bird figuring out its wings—imagine a robin upset that its wings are too cumbersome for swimming. When the little bird realizes not just the limitations of its wings, but also their potential, then it is free to soar. Elliot goes on to say that the woman who accepts her limitations…, finds in those very limitations her gifts, her special calling which bears her up into perfect freedom… I’d like to say that I’ve come to understand my new wings, but I haven’t quite figured out where napping plays into soaring.
Just like no one tells Yiaya she shouldn’t climb through the garage window “at her age” for strawberries—I didn’t want anyone (mainly myself) convincing me that I was too fatigued or medicated to run our annual Martian 5K, benefiting the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. In this process of reconfiguring my personal best, I had to just get out and run. My goal wasn’t to go faster than my last race, but to just show up and run my heart out, even if there was a little less heart to give to it.
So, our little family piled out of bed way too early on a Saturday morning to get ready for our races—a full-on family affair. After a hectic week, I was looking forward to a great morning run on a beautiful sunny day. I started out slowly. Then I thought about my family waiting for me at the finish line, and I realized I could push myself a little further. I did show up for the race. I was on Sprycel. I was going to make this moment, with all my new limitations, my personal best.
My new personal best involves increased determination, stopping for longer rests, and accepting my vulnerabilities in the process. It means admitting that I need help in new ways from my persistent mom who’s got too much Greek grit to stop taking caring of her grown children. My personal best involves adding more heart than comes naturally. Maybe napping is part of me soaring.
It turns out that on race day, I did run my personal best—not just my new Sprycel-induced personal best within my new limitations where my goal was to show up and run, but my actual personal best—the fastest I’ve ever run a 5K—ever! Maybe Sprycel will send me soaring to new heights!
BTW… My dad came in like a storm to solve our inaccessible garage problem. On Monday he surveyed Yiaya’s stepstool-solution next to the garage window and immediately went to work. By Thursday there was no more window and two ways into the garage!! Above and beyond—that quality comes from Papou!