As I was running today I noticed a bird along side of me that was struggling to fly.  Something was wrong with its wing and the poor thing couldn’t take flight.  He tried and tried over and over until finally receding to the shade under a tree.  I wish I could have stopped to help him and take care of him.  This got me thinking how lucky we are as humans to be able to ask for help.  Whether it is small things or big things we struggle with, we always have an option to ask for help.  Asking for help has always been a hard task for me, even as a child.  I believed I should be able to do everything by myself.  (Except killing spiders…then it was always easy to yell for Dad’s help:)  )  I think a lot of people feel week when seeking help, when really it shows character to acknowledge that you can’t do something on your own.  I think it takes courage for people to let others in and let your guard down.  Previously I wrote about my past struggles with self image and my eating disorder.  I have a big year ahead and have so many huge goals with running that I want to tackle and I know I can’t do that unless I am properly taking care of my body.  So I have decided that I can’t do it alone and am seeking the help of a Endurance Sports Nutritionist to help me have a better relationship with food and educate me on how to properly give my body enough of what it needs.  (Thank you Anne for the recommendation!)    However, my running goals are not the sole factor in asking for help.  I would love to be free of some old thought patterns that affect every area of my life and keep me shackled to old habits.  I feel like I have come a long ways from where I started, but I have this last hump to get over.  I feel like that bird I saw today who was getting by limping along…but just couldn’t fly.   After my run, I felt blessed and humbled to be able to ask for help and also know that we are not alone if we choose not to be.

Cheers,

Meg