The continued prayer is, “Lord keep me focused. Keep my mind stayed on You. Help me to bring You praise. I know You believe in me. Please help me in my unbelief. Amen.”
Tonight's run was great. The first mile was as usual... Just terrible. I seem to keep forgetting that I am getting older and not taking pain medication before I get started. So I am hurtin' for real right now.
There was something really strange about the start of the run. Even Sarah didn't seem to want to be out there and that is very unusual. She's usually my strength when I don't want to keep going, but she was lagging and crossing me. Quite a few times, I had to stop before I tripped over her. I considered tying her to a tree and coming back to get her later. (I'm kidding. I could never leave my Girl!)
At about mile 2, I hit my stride. The Jackson's were blaring in my ear asking "Can You Feel It!" Yes, Michael, I can feel it! So I pick up those knees and increase my stride. Even Sarah is getting with the program and running to my right and slightly behind. It was perfect! I knew I would be hurting when I got home, but it didn't matter then because the endorphins were doing their job. I'm not even bothered that the Sausage-less Sausage that I pan fried to go with tonight's spaghetti and mushrooms is repeating on me like a bad BAD yeast infection. I feel good!
At the start of mile 3, I hit one of my last street lights and I am holding everyone in sight personally responsible for my dropping heart rate. I'm staring them down like a pervert at a beauty pageant and in my mind, they are trembling in fear!!!
At the home stretch, I am fighting toward my house and I'm thinking it's going to be the perfect end to a pretty good run and set my focus on my garage door and sprint toward it with reckless abandon. Then a neighbor shows up with some worthless, rodent-like, pathetic excuse for a dog and Sarah bolts for it, splitting my focus and breaking my stride. Stool!
So, I call her back to my side and get her back in stride and race toward my house. My temporary fantasy world is shattered. My world where I am champion, the strongest athlete and only my opinion matters. I get to listen to my own music for as long as I want and I don't have to consider anyone else because I am running! I am free, I am fearless and I am sexy as hell!
Here, within these walls, my family needs me. They don't care that I'm sweaty, exhausted and clearly in pain. They need kisses and hair bows and to have their homework checked. They need baths and prayers and they need someone to listen to what happened at school today because I am a Mommy! I am well loved, I am all-knowing.... and I am sexy as hell!
It's not a bad gig! See ya tomorrow.
It's always good to have a great run, both physically and mentally..........
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