God’s Pleasure

As I review the memories of the past year, I can’t help but praise God for the strength He has renewed to my body.

Physically, I am stronger than I was before Lyme disease. Before I fell to the first phase, meningitis, running a 8:30 mile was a thing of my high school past. After Lyme, with God’s grace and caring, I worked my way to an 8:34 mile.

Mentally, I am more aware of the way my body reacts to pain, to exercise, to sickness, to sleep, to different foods. Lyme disease forced me to be in tune with my body, and now I can care for God’s temple better.

Spiritually, I never left God’s garden. He gently loved me through the adversity. I drooped beneath the weight of pain, fatigue, frustration, confusion, tears. God tied my sorry little flower head to His ever constant, ever present word, and held me upright so I could grow in Him. He reminded me of His promises to me. He comforted me as my physical strength failed rapidly and encouraged me as He strengthened my spirit. He granted me the best Christmas present possible — my diagnosis — and set me on the brief road to recovery.

Sometimes, superstition creeps into my thoughts asΒ  I pick up my avid running habit again. I wonder if, because I love to run, He will send another tick to set me straight again.

But this time it’s different.

I’m not running to boast in myself anymore.

Every time I round that corner into the second mile, where there is no shade for another half-mile, I thank God.

I thank Him for my legs and my feet.

I thank Him for my tendons.

I thank Him for my muscles.

I thank Him for the past year.

I thank Him for the sun, although it feels like lava on my seemingly melting skin.

I thank Him for the health-conscious and nature-loving people on the trail with me.

I thank Him for teaching me thankfulness, in something so simple as walking and running.

He taught me to thank Him. To be reminded of His goodness every time I run. To bless His name because I can do everyday things.

I can now finally say, with Eric Liddell:

“I believe God made me for a purpose, but He also made me fast. And when I run, I feel His pleasure.”

Beautiful day!
Beautiful day!
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8.1 down, 5 to go.

Yes, I somehow finished my practice race. It was a beautiful day: sunny, warm, with little breeze… I averaged about 10:30 a mile. Should’ve been better, but hey, I was sick. So. That’s my excuse.

I looked down to make sure I didn't trip over the mat.......... because that would happen.
I looked down to make sure I didn’t trip over the mat………. because that would happen.

Things I learned:

  1. Running 2-3 miles two weeks before the race day does not prepare.
  2. Running sick is no good.
  3. Running partners make all the difference.
  4. Running music is a necessity if you don’t have a partner.
  5. If I don’t start taking glucosamine more regularly, I won’t have joints in 10 years.

Other than that, the run was great. And of course, the best part of the race was seeing my husband at the 7 mile mark.

I’m so glad it’s over. Now I just have to tack 5 more miles onto that before April 20th. Oh boy.

Recovery Run

I know, I know. I haven’t been posting lately. Moving and work are kind of taking over my life at the moment. Also, I hate packing.

Despite all that, I was able to escape and fit in a recovery run last night. I was actually on my way to the gym… but as I was leaving the house, I realized it was warm enough to jog outside.

I only ran 3 miles, but after burning everything on 7 miles on Tuesday, I figure it’s okay.

Also, my new shoes finally arrived!

Loving the color...
Loving the color…

Either way. So excited to move.

6.1 miles to go

I finally did it. 7 straight miles. Thank you, Judge Judy, for bringing me through 4 of them. Thank You, God, for bringing me through the rest.

…I might barf.

Ugh. I’ve never felt this way before. Was I dehydrated? I don’t think so… I’ve been guzzling water since mile 2. Is my body hungry for nutrient recharge? Nope… ate a carby, proteiny, vegetably meal about 25 minutes after. I also pulled a muscle in my butt. Classy.

At least I’m not this guy.

What better way to recover from this awful hobby of mine than to lounge in bed and listen to a sermon? My kind hubby lent me his snazzy laptop so I can listen and rest. Notes from the sermon to follow soon!

Still 7.1 to go.

Yes. I only ran 6 miles yesterday. But I do have an excuse. I had to pick husband up from work (my car was in the shop).

I did discover that my stomach does not handle energy gels very well. I slurped it down after mile 4 and walked briskly at a 4.5% incline for a few minutes before running again, but still. Gave me the cramps.

In order to practice for the half-marathon and to keep from psyching myself out on pace come half-marathon race day, I’m running an 8.1 mile run in a couple of weeks. Seems like a good warm-up race for the half-marathon next month.

So far, I won’t have a running buddy (sad day), so pray that I stay strong! Also, praying is always an excellent way to get through a long, hard run, especially when you’re on a back road by yourself and all you can hear is the wind whistling through the pines along the road, and it feels so cool and refreshing, and little squirrels frantically try to pass in front of you without getting trampled, and….

One of my old country roads...
One of my old country roads…

….man, I miss the country.

Oh no

So. I have this thing. With avocados. I love them dearly. But my stomach reacts to them in a very bad way.

I’m supposed to be aiming for 7 miles today, but I feel more like upchucking my lunch.

Here’s hopin’ it subsides! I’m so dumb.