Faith, Trust, with a Side of Pixie Dust

“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”― J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”― Theodore Roosevelt

Many start lines.
Running and life.
5 marathons, first one at 39 years old.
(Never too late to start.)
Dozens of half marathons and 10-milers.
Rarely taking one for granted or with disregard borne of familiarity.
Each day can take a twist or turn.

The next half marathon in a few hours has a different “twist”
On October 1, I broke my wrist
Surgery to “untwist”, put in a plate.
Cast off, stitches out last week.
Temporary cast for 6 more weeks.

Today, I am not sure what will happen.
Other that that I am showing up and starting.
One step at a time, prayer too.
In the arena, daring the best I can.
With faith, trust, side of pixie dust.
Keep swinging, stay in the game.

“It’s the job that’s never started as takes longest to finish.”― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings