Sometimes the little things feel big while you’re living them.

Have you ever thought about that?

This thought was never more clear to me than it was on my run the other morning. There’s a trail in Nashville I love to hike. It’s about 4.5 miles and every time I’ve walked it, I’ve thought, “someday I’m going to try to run this trail.” And since I’ve been building up my mileage lately—not to mention my tolerance for the heat and humidity in Tennessee—I figured I’d give it a try.


So for the first time, I set out to run a trail that felt, for the most part, too big for me.

Here’s the thing: three years ago in October, I ran a full marathon and I used to run all the time when I lived in Portland. If you had asked me to run that same trail in Oregon three years ago, I would have conquered that trail like it was my job.

But running in Oregon is different than in Tennessee; and running on a trail is different than running on flat pavement; and when you don’t run much for three years, you lose the strength and endurance you once had.

So instead of conquering the trail, I floundered up it, flailing around like an idiot, huffing and puffing like someone was going to have to call an ambulance sometime soon.

So was running that trail this morning a big thing or a little thing?

I guess it depends on when you ask me. Today, it certainly felt big. And for today, I think it was big. Big for me, at least. I kept going—start to finish. I flailed around, but I made it. And next time, it will feel a little easier. And if I keep working to get stronger, maybe in a few months the trail will seem like a little thing again.

At the end of the trail, I met a group of runners my parents’ age

—and struck up a conversation with them.

I asked how long they had been running and what they did to stay hydrated in Tennessee. They made fun of me because I was from Oregon (“Oh, must be nice running in that weather!”) and then offered me watermelon they had cut up and were sharing from the back of their pickup truck.

They told me they run every Sunday morning and invited me to come with them next time.

And I know it’s just a little thing—it was just five minutes and watermelon and an invitation that’s probably extended to anyone who asks. It was just a quick laugh, a hello, a goodbye and few jokes about where I’m from. But it didn’t feel like a little thing to me.

In fact, it felt quite big. It made all the difference.

I’m more likely to try again—to feel like it’s okay to struggle, to flail a little, because I’m not alone and I’m going to be doing this for a long time and there will always (hopefully) be watermelon and laughing at the end of the line.

This just makes me think that it’s okay to feel affected by the little things—good or bad. Because sometimes little things are big things.

And hopefully even big things can become little things, with time.

4 comments on “The Little Things Make All The Difference

  1. I might never remember these exact. Words but I will remeber that I now feel that its ok when life happens. Its ok. 🙂 for that – am grateful.

  2. This was totally me yesterday. I ran two miles and it was soooo hard. A few years ago, I ran a 10K and would run several times a week. Now I’ve gained twenty pounds and feel so out of shape. It’s hard to not feel bad about yourself when you feel setback like that. But I kept telling myself even though this feels hard today, it won’t always feel hard if I keep at it. And that’s what kept me going.

    Good post.

  3. I love the tone of this piece, Allison. You’re still a newbie, but you’re settling in, you’re finding ways to ‘do’ life in Nashville, you’re making it home. Good for you!

  4. I loved this post mostly because I too once was a new runner…..I am now in my 50’s and training for my 21st marathon. I remember thinking when I ran that first marathon……never again. Well it was a good 10 yrs before I ran another one but I’ve ran one, and sometimes two every year since. Not all great but I crossed two lines at every single one. I even qualified for Boston a few times and ran it just once but this is hopefully my year to re-qualify and go back. I’m enjoying running again and helping others reach their goals too…….big or small. Thanks for sharing this. Running is a community I am so thankful to be a part of.
    I love your blog!

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