Day 3,280—So, Happy to Meet You—

Today, my son was born! I meant to write about my run this morning, but my wife’s scheduled induction was taking up most of my mind. We got to the hospital a little after 8 a.m., and my son was delivered at 6:30 p.m., which seems so quick thinking about it now. During the day, every minute seemed long, and the wait to find out the next thing was so overwhelming. I thought about what it was like counting down the seconds as each moment passed by, and it reminded me of what it feels like on the last 20 miles of a 100 mile-race. It would feel like I ran for miles, but I had only gone a quarter of a mile, that's what it felt like today waiting until the next check, to see if we're still progressing.

I am always wondering, “are we still going in the right direction?”

I told my wife the things I tell myself as the waves of pain begin to get bigger and the crash becomes compounded by all the hits that came before it.

First, you must notice the wave without letting the wave take you.

Next, you must listen to the wave, what does the wave want you to do?

Last, you must start over when you notice that you are drowning.

And breathe.