I ran today.
Those are 3 words I haven't said since... well, 9th grade P.E. class, maybe....
Yep, I ran today.
I wasn't being chased by a "boogie man", nor was I chasing one of my kids. Because that's really the only reasons one should run, right? Well, that's what I've always thought! I'm not sure I don't still think that a little bit... but...
I ran today.
I hate running. HATE it. Running to me is: Aching knees. Exploding lungs. Shooting pains in my side. Splitting shins.
Why put myself through this torture?
Well, there came this little class at church. "Run for God". A running class for beginners. And there came my sister who told me "we should take this class together!" I agreed to go to the first meeting "just to see"... I left the first meeting signed up for the class. Blast you, peer pressure!
So I ran today.
This was our second beginner's run.
It went better than the first.
I still did not love it.
But- I ran today.
I ran for health.
I ran for a better me.
I RAN FOR GOD.
Now, goodnight ya'll... I'm beat!
