Thanks to running.
Running has taught me that the impossible starts with one step followed by another step and then another until you run your first mile or ten or 26.
When you run a marathon, especially your first, you have no choice but to believe. You have to believe. You have to say yes, even if you’re unsure, because there’s no way to do this thing, even for one moment, if you say no.
The impossible starts with saying “yes” and taking your first step.
And while at first this “yes,” was about running, it has opened the door to many more yeses.
I’ve learned that yes is typically the better alternative to no.
I’ve learned that with yes, we can never go wrong, and at the most, we make a mistake that we learn from.
I have learned that yes begins with a willingness followed by an action and that for the yes to really be a yes, we have to treat it like a verb.
I have learned that in order to fully live, and to use up every ounce of space that I’ve been given, I need to say yes, and say yes often.
I’ve learned that the best days begin with promises to myself, to say yes, such as these:
I will say yes to the things that scare me.
I will say yes to the things that are in my heart.
I will say yes to the things that seem impossible, because after running 26.2 miles, I know that nothing is impossible.
I will say yes to the things you don’t understand and can’t support me in. Because my yes and your yes don’t always look alike.
I will say yes despite my fear of rejection.
I will say yes despite my lack of time.
I will say yes even when you say no.
I will say yes to following my dreams.
The only way I know to honor the people affected by the Boston Marathon tragedy is to keep saying yes. To everything.
Because I still have the ability to do so.
So, yes, to the first step, to the next step, and the one thousandth after that, and yes to the thought that after days like Monday, I never want to take the yeses for granted ever again.
What do you want to say “yes” to?