I was in the NY office today, and had a chance to talk to other New Jerseyans about their experiences during Hurricane Sandy. Some were OK, like me…Others, lost so much. The stories are the same, up and down the NJ, NY, and CT coastline. Broken hearts. Broken homes. But then, while chatting with Marathon Brian, and telling my story about how we made out OK, even with the South River across the street — Brian said something profound. When I was explaining how people down the street were flooded, but not us……he said…..”Diane, that HILL….it saved you.” <Ka-Pow! right in the kisser>
That damned, bloody HILL that I climb, e.v.e.r.y. s.i.n.g.l.e. t.i.m.e. I go for a run…..that steep, elongated HILL that batters my knees and squeezes my lungs in the last mile of e.v.e.r.y. run. That HILL…….It Saved Us.
It stood there stubbornly, like a barrier to the water. Made it harder for the South River to climb its banks. Made it tougher for the water to get anywhere near our home.
That dumb, stupid, stubborn, beautiful HILL. It Saved Us.
Tomorrow, is a rest day. No running tomorrow. But come Wednesday morning, the next time I come running up that HILL…I’m going to have a brand new perspective about you. I’m going to be grateful. I’m going to be thankful. I STILL might utter that profanity when I get to the top (you know the one!!!). Yea, probably will. BUT…..I will try to say it more lovingly.
Thank you HILL. We are forever grateful.
Ciao for now……Diane