Just the thought of running makes me want to scratch my eyes out.
I was pretty good at it in Santa Barbara thanks to the inspiration from this gal and to my devoted running buddy, Brenda.
And then I moved and all was lost.
I have spent the last 7 months indoors, really. Okay, not really, but between winter, being a nanny, and spending most days at home alone- I didn't get out much.
Completely my fault, it's true.
The weather over the weekend was so perfect, we were able to get out a few times between General Conference sessions and bask in the glory of it.
Why haven't I been doing this more? I asked myself.
So Today, I'd had enough. I threw on my running shoes and took off running 5 miles without stopping... That's how I wish it had happened anyway.
I actually made it about 40 feet and I thought I was going to have a heart attack. But I kept chugging along, and in the end was satisfied with the distance I traveled. Thank goodness for the Minute Man bike trail, because I am not a through-the-neighborhood kind of runner. At the end of the run I had a sit at our favorite Spy Pond feeling victorious and taking a minute to listen to the sounds of spring and what God might have to say to me. You know what else I did? I felt happy about where I was. Here. Not missing SB- of course I'll always miss it- but happy that I was sitting there in my sit spot in New England.
This is my sit spot -pic taken in Sep
Have a little feel good here