What's Feeding You?

It’s important that we watch and see things in life that will impact our spirit on an elevated level. It’s true that what you see and listen to impact our psyche. But we all have our guilty pleasures right? Don’t judge me, I watch a few of The Real Housewives branches and laugh at the buffoonery of these women and men doing obscene things and acting ridiculous. Yes, I can do better by not watching it and there’s no “ifs, ands, or buts” about it- no excuses, just facts. I also read a really good (to me) book every two weeks, watch documentaries, comedies, news, etc. (ya’ll don’t need to know my TV history list, but you get it). It’s a balance that I’m working on.

The reason I'm bringing up this topic of visual and audible stimulation is, the other day I was on the subway (in NYC) around 8:30 am. It was crowded as per usual at that time, but not overly so. Across from me sat a man with a large baby stroller- which held an infant girl inside, a woman (I’ll call her woman #1) and an appx. 7 year old boy were next to him. They seemed to be an average family going about their day. The subway decided to go “morning express”- meaning it skips 8 stops in between the next major one. I personally loved this and did a little shimmy in my seat, but the family across from me were unprepared for the switch up. They rushed off the train not looking or excusing themselves to any one in their path from the seat to the door. Another woman (I’ll call her woman # 2) who was standing by the door, was almost knocked to her feet- thankfully someone caught her before that happened. I found out later that she had the volume in her headphones turned up loud and didn’t hear anything. Unfortunately the train was being held at the station for a few moments, and the doors were still open. Woman #2 decided to scream and curse loudly at the couple, who were now on the platform getting themselves together. Woman #1 shouted back and they had a huge shouting match (basic angry playground language), until the man from the couple stepped in. He got in woman #2’s face and threatened to beat her down; drag her out of the subway and screamed racial slurs at her. Woman #2 screamed back to him that she would get her brothers to fight him; how dare he threaten her; he’s disgusting; etc., etc. By this time, an older gentleman stepped in front of woman #2 to protect her, because the other man was really close to her face. Mind you woman #1 wasn’t trying to calm the situation down. She was letting the cookies crumble where they may. And boy did those cookies crumble. Their shouting match further escalated to the point that when the older gentleman was trying to move woman #2 further into the train so that she would be safe, the man SPIT on woman #2…yes ladies and gents…SPIT. The older gentleman turns and tells the man about himself and how disrespectful the whole display between them was. He also let him know that he should be ashamed to even get so worked up that his ego had to show off in that way in front of his woman and his young children. The older gentleman turned to woman #2 and told her about her actions as well, and how horrible her words were to woman #1 and the man. Woman #1 finally stepped up and took the man’s arm and told him “let’s just go”, as if a lightbulb in her head went off that their conduct was disgusting. During this entire display of anger and misplaced energy, the infant girl was screaming her head off and the 7 year old boy was staring dumbfounded at his parents and woman #2. By God’s grace the subway doors closed moments after the older gentleman was speaking to woman #2. The ride then went on as if the past 8 minutes never happened, but what I saw stayed with me for most of that day. I couldn’t shake how something that could have been easily resolved by saying “excuse me, I’m sorry.” from woman #1 to woman #2, intensified into a screaming battle from all three people and a gross saliva throw onto woman #2. I tried to put myself in that little 7 year old boy’s place, seeing his parents act so audaciously and disgusting, hearing the words that were said from all parties. These are the things that are shaping his mind. They were showing him an example of how they feel is a proper reaction to this sort of situation. I then thought of what else this little boy has seen and heard from his parents and the adults they surround themselves with. He will forever be impacted by that moment and obviously I don’t know for sure, but I bet he did not bring it up and ask questions about it after.

I’m not here to pass judgment on any one, but I am here to urge us all to do and be better than we were yesterday. You are what you eat and you also are what you watch and listen to. With that said I’d like to ask what have you seen and heard that has impacted you both in either a good and bad way? Who are you surrounded by? What are you turning your screens on to? What’s in your coming up and recently played list on your streaming services (Netflix, YouTube, Spotify, Hulu, Apple TV, Amazon, etc.)? I’d love to know and if there’s anything that makes you uncomfortable to share, I’d be interested to know why.

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We’re surrounded by visual and audible stimuli, how is that feeding our minds?

Run Brooke Run

Last month I ran the NYC Marathon of 26.2 miles within 4 hours, 50 minutes and 26 seconds. I was able to run through all 5 boroughs. After I finished I had so much energy- adrenaline is its own kind of drug, that I was jumping up and down as if I was on a trampoline. One of my closest and best friends Rashawn, who was one of the main photographers for the marathon, met me at the finish line and hyped me up more (I even reenacted crossing the finish in slow motion). The feeling of accomplishment and completion was truly euphoric. Afterward, I was met with questions of how I trained or what was training like, but to be honest I always stay ready. Yes, I did increase my running a couple of months before, but I work out (intensely most times) 5 days a week and have for years, so I didn’t have to do extreme training for the marathon. I mentally prepared myself more than anything else. I’ve run half marathons and smaller races before, so knowing the heavy increase in mileage with a full, I had to get out of my head to realize I can do it, that I worked hard to get to this point. But when I got to mile 20, I hit that infamous “runners wall” and I prayed so hard for God to give my knees and thighs strength to keep going.

Though the entire race was an amazing experience, it didn’t start out that way. I had never been to Staten Island (where the race was starting) therefore, I underestimated my timeframe to get there from the Bronx. I was up at 6 am, on the train by 7:30 am, and my race time began at 11 am, so I figured I gave myself more than enough time. Well, thanks to the lovely MTA system, my train was delayed several times getting to the Staten Island ferry which was delayed 10 minutes. Not observing the timeframe of how long it takes for the ferry to get to the destination- it took 30 min. After the ferry docks, I do notice that there are no other runners, which is a key that something is wrong. The time was then10:40 am. I sprinted to find this shuttle bus that was to take runners to the start. As I was searching, I spotted 6 other people running and 4 with numbers. I made it on the bus and the bus driver asked, why we were all so late, everyone explained their story. After 25 minutes, we made it to the start point only to be met by a woman (I’ll call her Cruella), overseeing the start point. She told us we missed our start time and we couldn’t race. A woman who was on the shuttle bus and was running began to cry saying she and her husband were from Russia and came just to run. I immediately called my parents who drove up from Florida just to see my race. Completely choked up I told them that I wasn’t going to be able to race, but I would call them right back with more news. I then told Orande, who called me to see what happened. As we were speaking, I could hear in the background a few people trying to break through to Cruella. There were about 25 cops around us as well, a couple of them were sympathetic and asked the crying woman who was racing what happened and she told them. The rest of us were talking to the cops and members of the running team to see if there was anything they could do. One cop offered to escort us to the start point if Cruella would just let us race. Cruella must have gotten word she was getting a new Dalmatian because she broke down and let us move forward. So after we got the go-ahead, race numbers were scanned and around 12 pm I started my journey.

It’s true that it doesn’t matter how you start, it matters that you keep going and you finish. I had a goal of running the full marathon and told myself it would be in 2019. I prayed and meditated on it going into 2019 as I applied for the lottery to be entered into the race. Now that I can check it off as an accomplishment, I want to run it again in NYC and other cities. I’m thankful to my support system of Orande, my family, and friends who cheered me on before and the day of by sending words of encouragement or creating banners (thank you Qilah, love you) and always God for giving me the opportunity and ability. Without you all, a dope playlist, preparation, and a focused mindset I would not have been able to complete it in the timeframe that I did. We did it ya’ll!

Engraved and official.

Engraved and official.