Today, I did not run. For the first time in over three months, I did not run. It was a rather ordinary day, home with my boy, and me a bit under the weather. Rest.
It was neither wonderful or difficult. Hezekiah and I went with the cross country team to practice at the park, and we watched.
105 days of running. 421.6 miles covered. 71 hours, 50 minutes spent pounding pavement. 124 runners accompanied me. It was an amazing, wonderful, time consuming, enlightening, inspiring, difficult, and unique journey.
Yesterday, it was a story that led me to a personal best half marathon time. I ran with pacer Calix because I wanted to hear (and tell) his story. I ran with a group that I knew would push me beyond anything I had accomplished before. Because of that push, I was able to then push myself. It was all because of a story.
I don't know why I chose this journey - it just sounded fun. I know why I finished it though - because it was about so much more than just me. In fact, it really wasn't about me at all. Contrary to the comments of many I ran with, it was I that was 'along for the ride.'
Today, I did not run. My legs were a bit sore and tired from yesterday's effort. Tomorrow, as long as my body allows it, I will. Running has given me so much. Thank you, God, for letting me give back to running. 💗🏃🏻♀️📝