Saturday, May 16, 2015

My Hill

This is my hill looking down from the top. 

I run up it several times a week. It gives me something to work for. It challenges me on days when I feel overrun by mindless, repetitive tasks like laundry and dishes. My hill never feels repetitive because each time I run up it, I strive to get better at it.  I try to run faster, push harder, and get to the top without swearing. 
The challenge inspires me. It makes me want to work harder at being a good mother and a happier wife, and even better at doing the mindless, tedious tasks that need to be done on the days I don't want to do them (Does anyone out there love doing dishes? I do not.) 
Because  I know that if I can conquer my hill, then I can accomplish anything that comes my way that day.

Everywhere we've lived, I've look for a hill to run up. When we were first married it was Griffith Park in the Los Angeles hills. I could see massive buildings and freeways for miles and miles from the top! When we moved to Idaho it was the hill in Rexburg going up to the new LDS Temple. Each day I went up that hill I got to see the latest progress on the temple grounds. In Cedar City it was Leigh Hill. Oh how I loved the view from the top, looking out over the red rock mountains! In Hilo Hawaii it was West Kawailani Street. I'll never forget the giant rainbow I saw waiting for me at the top of that hill one day. I wished I could've touched it! 
Now back in Cedar City, I've found my newest hill near the golf course. It beckons to me daily: "Come run up me! Come push your big ol' stroller full of children up my cement incline. Come forget all your troubles as you drive your sweat and tears up my sidewalks. I'll make you feel like a rockstar. I'll give you endorphins and adrenaline and make you feel like a million bucks. You'll go home a happier person once you're done with me!"

So I go. And I push. And all of it comes true.
I've even found a special friend who will run up my hill with me. Her name is Lacy and she's awesome. Although, on those days together we don't so much as run, but instead walk really fast and talk about life, and our children, and happy endings. I love running with Lacy.

I am so grateful for my hill. And the beautiful view that comes with it. 
I often wonder if other people have hills, or any sort of self-fulfilling challenges that motivates them throughout the day. I suppose a hill could be anything that lights your fire.
This might look like boring sage brush and desert, but it's my home. There is hidden beauty in these hills.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I do love the feel of soothing warm water running on my hands as I wash dishes &that accomplished feeling when they're all done & the kitchen is clean. Not to say I love doing it but it has always been a meditative moment for me. Maybe because, as I've told you, that was my job growing up & at that time I developed coping games such as all the dishes & utensils becoming annimated & talking to each other. So anyway, you go girl with those hills! And how about Peacock Flats? I so loved that breathtaking view from the top. Love, your Mama