Aint No Mountain High Enough

I wondered if I could trade my body with somebody else in magazines
With the whole world full at my feet
I phantom worthy and would blame my failures on the ugliness I could see
When the mirror looked at me
Sometimes I feel like the little girl who doesn’t belong in her own world
But I'm getting better
And I'm reminding myself

Last night I was at a shin-dig with my running team, and one of my team-mates confessed that her daughter, a fantastic runner, has heart trouble.

And my heart sank.

I can't even imagine how terrible it would feel to be told you can't run. Something that has become every part of me, something that has become my salvation, my religion, my saving grace. It's so sobering to think that some people just can't. And not because they are too fat, too lazy, have "bad knees".

I can't imagine how it feels to want to do something more than anything but you can't, and never will.