Yesterday morning, for the 115th day in a row, I laced up my running shoes and dashed (in my own head) out the door for my routine morning run. Walking down the driveway, I did my hamstring stretches, reached the road and started running. As I ran down my street, I began my run how I always do – with the prayer “Lord, I give you this run, I give you this morning, I give you this day. Lord, I give you my heart.”
And then I don’t remember anything else. I mean, nothing, except having a sub-par run. It’s like it didn’t happen, except I know it did.
Generally, focus is something I’m good at while I run. It’s what keeps me running – on days that I can’t focus, I know I have a lousy run in front of me – and I can usually tell pretty quickly. But usually I can still work through some things on my mind and on my heart – be they family related, work related, friend related, etc. Running is my time for communing with my Creator, with the depths of myself, and with attempting to not get run over. Sometimes that order gets messed up. Read More