That what does not kill us...

Imagine waking up to someone telling you that you have to run a marathon today.  Your not a runner and you never planned on becoming one... you can't train, you can't avoid it, you just have to get up and do it.  At the end of the day, you are drained of all energy, you hurt in places you didn't know could hurt,  you feel like the weight of the world is sitting on your shoulders, you feel numb and out of sorts and you are just thankful that you made it through and are happy it's over... but when you wake up the next day, you are told you have to run the marathon again and will have to do it everyday for the rest of your life.  Again, you have no time to prepare yourself or train your body to endure the stress and pain of the upcoming day... BUT you have to do it, there is no choice.  There are days when running the marathon isn't as bad as the previous day and there are other days when it stinks... over time, you start to learn how to handle the pain of the race, you build up some endurance and you have a lot of time to think as you go about your run.  Even though you would rather stop running the race, you realize it isn't going to kill you. In fact, it just might make you stronger...That is how my grief feels.