After Tuesday's less than fulfilling run, I was a little nervous. I took yesterday off because, frankly, my calves were killing me. I'm pretty sure I could not have run if I'd wanted to. But today... Oh, friends. Today was different. Today started out with a caffeine withdrawal headache, mama drama, and tears. And so I decided to take my frustration running.
I don't know about you, but I find it hard to take the time for Bible reading and praying throughout the day. My favorite time spent with God is while I'm running. That's right. With bad techno blasting in my ears, and slushy snow all around, that's when I find it easiest to be thankful for the strength, the endurance, and the determination to run. I thank God for my ridiculously sweet husband who stays with the kids with no complaints, and encourages me to get out there. I thank Him for carrying me along, for pushing me uphill into the wind, for giving me a hill to run down in the middle. It's very relaxing for me to have the time to reflect on life, and to see how blessed I really am.
Today, fueled by general frustration and my annoyance at not making it all the way Tuesday, I ran like never before. I ran farther (2.27 miles). I ran faster (though not "fast"). I was victorious! And it felt so sweet. I'm back on track, and I feel good. I'm not going to let one little glitch hold me back. And with that, Week 9 Day 2 is a success.