This week a spiritual mentor encouraged me to meditate on the word "transformation."
It didn't take me long to make the connection between the word and the title of my blog. any day a beautiful change has become such a motif in my life. So often I'll consider a new development in our lives and think: Oh, look! Another beautiful change.
That being said... sometimes I'm a cynic. A realist. In the midst of a particularly idealistic conversation last spring, I said to Ben, "You know, we'll still be the same people when we live in Illinois." And it's true. We still don't sweep the floors enough. We still eat out too much. Et cetera.
But one huge change for me: I've been waking up early several times a week (sometimes even on Sundays!) to run. Run! At six in the morning! The first few jogs I couldn't go two miles without stopping to walk. Last week I hit four miles - and at a good clip. Ben can hardly believe that I have been waking up at 5:45am. He recalls how I was in seminary, hitting snooze over and over and over again. But there are people who are expecting me to show, so I do.
To celebrate, I'm going to do something I haven't done in ten years: run a race. I ran the Race for the Cure in Cleveland back in 1999, so it seems like the perfect race to revisit in our new city. On September 25th, I'll gather with the masses at Grant Park and run 10k through the streets of Chicago.
(The jury is still out as to whether I will have beautifully changed enough to run a 15k in November.)
If you'd like to make a donation toward my fund raising efforts for breast cancer research, click here. I am profoundly hopeful that one day, that research will engender an infinitely larger, infinitely more beautiful change. A cure.