This week was a brutal one. It was one of those weeks when everything that could go wrong did go wrong - expensive car issues, scary doctor visit (everything turned out ok), crazy work stuff, ridiculous electric bills, temper tantrums, cooking failures, etc. Stress levels were at an all time high. Both David and I had hit our limit of BS on Wednesday... that makes for a very long week.
My typical MO during times like this is to lace up the running shoes and run until I had either mentally worked myself back to happiness and/or a solution to our woes or I was too worn out running to care about whatever problems were previously bothering me. If you follow this blog at all, you know how frustrated I am with this intense, record-breaking heat wave and drought that we are having in Texas. It is seriously affecting my coping mechanism of running. It is just too dang hot. The ERs are full of people dealing with heat stroke and I don't want to be one of them. So for now, running is out of the question.
As this week dealt us blow after blow, I whispered a prayer with each one. I wasn't specific about my request, I just asked for something positive, big or small to come our way. Something that I could shift my focus to when all hell was breaking loose on other fronts.
Well, I got a little bit of that request delivered today.
When I woke up, the sky was overcast... teasing of rain, but I know better than to get my hopes up. But it did block out the relentless sun pounding down. And with that it was a cool 82 degrees at 8:00 this morning. Ha! Actually it was more like a sticky, humid 82 degrees... but still 82 degrees is nothing to balk at these days.
So while David and Little B headed off to swim lessons, I pulled my running shoes out from the depths of my closet and put them on. Armed with nothing but my ipod, I hit the pavement. At first my muscles were in a state of shock wondering what the heck I was doing to them. But after a block, the rhythm of my feet hitting the pavement was good. That old familiar sound I had not heard in a while was music to my ears.
Now I only ran 30 minutes and I was drenched in sweat when I got back to the house. But I didn't care. It was a good run if for no other reason than to show me that I still got it.
I didn't solve all of our problems on this morning's run, but I did get a preview of better times to come. And that gives me hope. Fall is right around the corner. The season of silver linings. To me fall is all about crisp morning runs, pumpkins on the porch, cute boots, vanilla candles, sipping coffee on the patio, roasted root vegetables, and playing outside all day long.
Now I would not be against God sending a few more positive things my way, but I am sure am thankful for my run this morning.
My typical MO during times like this is to lace up the running shoes and run until I had either mentally worked myself back to happiness and/or a solution to our woes or I was too worn out running to care about whatever problems were previously bothering me. If you follow this blog at all, you know how frustrated I am with this intense, record-breaking heat wave and drought that we are having in Texas. It is seriously affecting my coping mechanism of running. It is just too dang hot. The ERs are full of people dealing with heat stroke and I don't want to be one of them. So for now, running is out of the question.
As this week dealt us blow after blow, I whispered a prayer with each one. I wasn't specific about my request, I just asked for something positive, big or small to come our way. Something that I could shift my focus to when all hell was breaking loose on other fronts.
Well, I got a little bit of that request delivered today.
When I woke up, the sky was overcast... teasing of rain, but I know better than to get my hopes up. But it did block out the relentless sun pounding down. And with that it was a cool 82 degrees at 8:00 this morning. Ha! Actually it was more like a sticky, humid 82 degrees... but still 82 degrees is nothing to balk at these days.
So while David and Little B headed off to swim lessons, I pulled my running shoes out from the depths of my closet and put them on. Armed with nothing but my ipod, I hit the pavement. At first my muscles were in a state of shock wondering what the heck I was doing to them. But after a block, the rhythm of my feet hitting the pavement was good. That old familiar sound I had not heard in a while was music to my ears.
Now I only ran 30 minutes and I was drenched in sweat when I got back to the house. But I didn't care. It was a good run if for no other reason than to show me that I still got it.
I didn't solve all of our problems on this morning's run, but I did get a preview of better times to come. And that gives me hope. Fall is right around the corner. The season of silver linings. To me fall is all about crisp morning runs, pumpkins on the porch, cute boots, vanilla candles, sipping coffee on the patio, roasted root vegetables, and playing outside all day long.
Now I would not be against God sending a few more positive things my way, but I am sure am thankful for my run this morning.
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