I can still hear my Dad cheering me on as I race around the backyard. “Run like the wind Steve”, he would tell me as I try to catch my breath in between huge gulps of water. “Thanks Dad, watch this!” Zoom! Flying from tree to tree, glancing back for some sign of approval that I was indeed running like the wind. I would run and run until I simply had nothing left to give.
To this day, when I reach a low spot in a race or training session, this is one of my favorite mantras. It always brings a smile to my face and brings myself back to a time when running truly felt free. To a time when life was simple and the most stressful part of my day was gagging through the broccoli on my dinner plate. Blisters be damned, cramps be gone! Be light, be airy, BE THE WIND!
Sometimes it is these little things in life that have the most impact. As a kid, I never imagined anyone being able to run fifty miles. But when my Dad would tell me to run like the wind, I fully believed that as long as the wind was blowing, I could run. Breathe, stride, stride, stride, breathe, be the wind, be the wind. Without these small words of encouragement, it is hard to picture what my life would be like now.
Thank you Dad. You're motivating voice will always be with me through thick and thin. Happy Father's Day.