Thursday, August 14, 2014

I took a week off of training for vacation. My trainer (the runner girl in the picture that could put a hurtin’ on you) told me to not worry about what I ate, not to worry about exercising and to just relax and have fun. That’s what I did. Smores, smores and more smores. I was back at it with training today and it wasn’t long before my legs felt like cement. I quickly succumbed to the thoughts that maybe I could be happy with who I am right now rather than doing this hard work that seems to be taking forever.

"I’ll just quit. Maybe the jiggle from behind will just magically melt away, I thought." As this internal dialogue took place on lap 2, mind you, God spoke clearly and more precisely than I can ever remember. I’m not surprised. He’s pretty smart.