What? "9 miles wasn't enough" To hear that thought in my head feels like someone else saying it. It was true this morning though. This week is a recovery week for my marathon training. 'Only' nine miles for my long run instead of double digits.
Yesterday, the children had a difficult time listening and obeying. Dear husband has been working so much the past few months that I feel like a single mom. He's been working on three R&D projects ... not one, but three all due in a short amount of time.
I'm so thankful that I started running over a year ago. Running has helped me physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I can spend miles talking over with God what is going on in my life. This morning, I could have used a few more miles. Looking forward to Monday's run, Wednesday's tempo run, Thursday run, and Saturday's long run.
Do you not know that the runners in the stadium all run in the race, but only one wins the prize? Run so as to win. Every athlete exercises discipline in every way. They do it to win a perishable crown, but we an imperishable one. Thus I do not run aimlessly; I do not fight as if I were shadowboxing. No, I drive my body and train it, for fear that, after having preached to others, I myself should be disqualified. - 1 Cor 9:24-27