So I ran a half marathon this past weekend and it didn’t go as expected… go figure. I didn’t really train for this half marathon and I didn’t think it would be easy but my only goal was to not walk. No matter how slow I ran it, I wanted to run it the whole time. This goal got shut down really fast when the urge to poop hit me mile 5, I had to walk so I could focus on my pooping my pants (sorry if this is too much information but honestly I don’t care because everybody poops). Anyways… after walking about a quarter mile I finally found a bathroom (a natural bathroom lets just say that). After letting loose, I got back to the run but it was so much harder to get back into a flow and my legs were hurting so I ended up walking again. Then satan attacked me and told me a bunch of lies. I walked for about a mile and then the Lord blessed me with this woman named Raimy who was dressed head to toe in Venezuelan colors. I asked Raimy if thats where she was from (I know…silly question) but I told her thats where my father was from and the conversation exploded from there. Turns out Raimy loves Jesus so much, she told me many stories about how the Lord has moved in her life, she even told me about how the Lord healed her leg about a week before the race… crazy. This was her 4th half marathon so she pushed me to run with her, we ran and walked the rest of the race but we never stopped talking. It was one of the most beautiful conversations I’ve ever had. Its funny how satan started to attack me but the Lord sent Raimy as a reminder that I am His and His only. Raimy and I crossed the finish line together and took some pictures and parted ways because she had to get to the airport to fly home to her family. If I don’t see her in the future, I will no doubt see her in Heaven. God bless Raimy.
