June 14, 2010
Listening
By Lee Brower
If you're a runner, you know that some days are like trudging around in mud, but occasionally you have that flight of a run—bursting with endorphins. These are the ones that motivate you to keep running!
My route that morning started just over a mile from my home where I frequently bide my time going in monotonous circles around a half mile path surrounding a small city park. I intended to go at least five miles, which is six times around the track plus the distance to and from home. This morning was one of those days where I was caught in between the mud and the endorphins. I was running, but not acknowledging the experience—lost in my thoughts searching for solutions to the myriad of challenges awaiting me at the office. I was gliding around the track like I was “sleep running.”
At first I didn't notice her, but circling the opposite direction was a lady intently focused on getting around the track. She wasn't jogging; she was speed-walking fast, swinging her arms with a look of determination on her face. Each time we approached each other she would abandon her expression in exchange for an encouraging smile. Her smile was electrifying. Soon I found myself pondering all of the wonderful blessings in my life as I ran. After the third time around, I noticed an energetic spring in my step—my pace quickened—I was relishing the experience. Each lap and each welcoming smile elevated my experience.
Then, it struck me; I need to let her know how powerful, beautiful and motivating her smile is. I decided she needed to know how her smile affected me. As I approached her again the radiance of her smile gave me energy. But, for some unknown, stupid reason I didn't say a word—I just smiled back.
What was that still small voice in my head saying? Did it really tell me to say something or was it just my imagination? No! I knew it was important. For some reason, unbeknownst to me, she had to know that she was influencing me in a very positive way—that she was important.
Suddenly there she was again. Will I say something or just let her pass? This time my mouth opened like an empty cave, but not a sound came out. Now the feeling was so strong, I knew with certainty I had to do it. Was I listening? How many times have I ignored this inspiration before, I wondered?
I turned the corner scanning the opposite side of the park, my eyes searching for a glimpse of her. Where was she? Don't tell me ... a few more paces and then she emerged. As she approached I slowed my pace and looked her in the eyes.
“I have to tell you what a beautiful, inspiring smile you have. It has really given me a positive lift today. Thank you!” Well if you think her smile was radiant before, now it was electric!!!
She hesitated and then said thank you and was gone. I checked my pedometer and found that I had already run eight miles. It was time to go home. As I crossed the busy street towards home, the blast of a horn startled me. It was my running companion waving wildly and smiling ever so brightly. A warm rush of gratitude filled my being.
I don't know how my words impacted her, but I do know this: Listening and not doing is not listening. I am proud of myself for listening. I will listen more … will you?
