I survived my first long run! Training for a Marathon, a typical week consists of one long run. This past week it was 11 miles. I don't remember the last time I ran that far. But I am happy to say that the miles are logged. It was such a great run.
It was such a beautiful run. I woke up at around 6 and ate a good breakfast of lots of protein to get me through the run. I let it settle before I left the house at a little after 7. Oh man, it was so beautiful, those first few steps. It had gotten really cold the previous night, and the trees were covered in frost. The sun had just came up and the frost on the trees was glimmering like a million diamonds. It was such a magnificent sight. It took my breath away. I wish I could have taken a picture of it. The air was still crisp, and had a bit of a bite.
The first few miles were taken in in amazement. I was in wonder of the beautiful landscape before me. I started from my house in the country and there were few distractions. Just God's beautiful creation.
It was so still. I started to notice my own breath. I was brought to amazement again. A simple breath in. A miracle really. Oxygen in. Transferred into the blood stream somehow by my lungs. Pumped through out my body, giving it the ability to move. To run. All this occurring in the matter of a second. Amazing. God is amazing.
I really feel the closest to him while I am out there. Maybe that is why I love it so much.
I also love that drive. Inside me there is something that pushes me to keep going. I am not sure what that is, but I love it. It wont let me quit. I believe this drive is in all of us, everyone. We don't always see it, but it is there.
For me, this drive comes out in my running.
I hope I get to run until the day I die.
Back to the run. I was getting to the end and I was getting a little tired. I look up the road and who do I see coming?! Pops. I saw my Dad. He happened down the same road I was on. Seeing him and talking to him briefly gave me the encouragement I needed to finish the run strong.
We need each other. We can not forget the importance we have in others lives. My Dad probably didn't even know it, but just seeing him encouraged me. I was even able to pick up my pace, finishing stronger then when I started. It really shows you how much we need to be there for each other.
Side note: I was running along side the road and I looked down. If anyone could have heard me they would have thought I saw a snake or a winning lottery ticket. What I saw when I looked down was neither of those things. I had spotted some change. I stopped to pick it up. There was a quarter, a nickel and 4 pennies. 34 Cents closer. Ever penny helps.
