Japan...one of my hardest runs to date, both emotionally and physically. I came close to ending the whole journey that day. #Flashback to March 2017, it started out bitterly cold, overcast and a super strong head wind. I was alone. Meetings in Tokyo had revealed to me how hard it is to be a rape survivor in Japan. I was feeling hopeless. Even though what I'm doing is amazing, there are times when the resistance to the issue is too strong even for me to handle. As I set off running along the blustery beach, I asked God for a sign that day: if Mt Fuji revealed itself (it was hidden behind thick grey cloud), I would keep going on the journey. If Mt Fuji remained hidden behind the cloud, I would abandon everything.
It may seem like a desperate act but I've learnt to deeply trust my instinct and signs along the way. I had to lance this kind of ultimatum.
As I ran, the clouds began to blow away, the wind dropped and the sun came out...but still no Mt Fuji. I kept running. I started to feel lighter. Still no Mt Fuji. At the 8km mark I turned around. Still no Mt Fuji. I finished the 16 kilometres, Mt Fuji was still behind clouds. A bitter sweet feeling. Was this really the end of everything? I turned around to walk back to my accommodation and their she was. Every single cloud had left the sky and snow capped Mt Fuji was sparkling in the sun. I laughed out loud. Then I cried. What a sign! I had to keep going. .
The other day when it was snowing, and my husband came home, I met him as soon as he walked through the door. "Take me to the little church, so I can get a pic in the snow!" So off we go. I love getting pics of it for the different seasons. .
Playing along with #hclcsundaycalm, hosted by Dara, @hoodcreeklogcabin.#happydaysfarmwinter