This morning, as my alarm went off at 5:45, I thought about how many people were waking up for work at that time on this day 12 years ago…not knowing it would be their last day on this earth. So even though I was tempted to hit snooze and tell myself I’d go for a run after work, I decided to get out of bed and do my 6am workout. As I laced up my sneakers and pulled my hair into a ponytail, I reminded myself of how precious and fragile life is. Every day that we wake up is a gift. It’s a chance to be better than we were yesterday. It’s a chance to make a difference in the lives of others. It’s a chance to treat our bodies with the respect they deserve…because some people aren’t lucky enough to see another sunrise, to feel their hearts beating as they hit the next mile marker on the treadmill, to feel their sweat beading as they push through that last set of bicep reps.
This morning’s workout was for all of those people who lost their lives in the senseless acts of September 11, 2001. As I write this, family members are reading their lost loved ones’ names at the 9/11 tribute in Downtown Manhattan. It is heartbreaking, but thinking of their tragic ending reminds me to not take my own life, and my own health, for granted. And I hope what I’ve written here inspires you to do the same.
Ciao for now!