Yeah, I'm supposed to be training for this long, arduous race in September. Remember? The one that is 13 miles long? Yeah, I kinda forgot, too. Guess I should be working on that...
Actually, I have my training schedule written in my calendar & I have faithfully looked at it & planned the running sessions into my days. The problem is, my days don't always go according to my plan. Sometimes it rains. Sometimes the heat index reaches 105 degrees. Sometimes I go to the gym to run only to discover that I have developed major treadmill phobia (could have something to do with a fall I took off the end of one last year). Sometimes I'm just tired & would rather walk with a friend than run by myself. Sometimes my feet just hurt. And sometimes I just want to be home with my husband.
Especially since he has been hurt. I can use that as a good excuse, right? *grin*
Suffice it to say, any delusional dreams that I may have had that I would win the race have all been dashed to pieces. And I'm super ok with that. I really just want to finish the race & be able to walk the next day. Not a lofty goal, but a good one, I think.
Truly, I feel like the Lord has used this season of training to get me more in shape spiritually than physically. All too often I have given into the temptation to get grumpy, snippy, or whiny when my schedule gets interrupted or rearranged. Some days I just get angry that I can't make circumstances fit my desires to get things accomplished. I have been learning to pray, "Lord, help me to get done today what You want me to get done. And then let me be satisfied & grateful for it."
Which makes all the race preparation (or lack thereof) all worth it!