Running through my mind. . .
So, I ran my first 10K. (That’s 6.2 miles.) Ran down in Moab, Utah where we woke up to 15 degree weather. That’s cold in case you were wondering. We had head colds and food poisoning. (Teriyaki Stix is no longer my friend. Bleh.)
My leg had been hurting and I hadn’t been able to run all week. I was afraid that I’d end up walking the entire thing. I wanted to run–much less run fast. And though I didn’t sleep hardly at all the night before, I woke up ready. Eye of the Tiger, baby.
I knew I would run. I knew I was strong. I knew I’d be fast. (Relatively speaking of course.)
And it was so cold. Terribly cold. But once the race started, it was fine. I didn’t use my ipod, even though I had spent time making a playlist just to race to. I turned it off and listened. Listened to my breath. Listened to my feet pounding the pavement, and listened to God whispering words of encouragement to my heart. Not words really, but feelings.
And I’m even more convinced that my spirit was made to run. And that the body is God’s creation and it is magnificent.
I ran. Me. Me! The wimpy little girl that couldn’t hardly run around the bases in P.E. and always got picked last ran a 10K and finished. And finished well: faster than I have EVER run before.
I loved it.
And I’m getting faster. And stronger. And healthier.
All my hard work is starting to pay off.
So, here is a little song. I like it. I like thinking about what God wants for me. And life. I hope you enjoy it.
I’m so proud of you!!!
Beautiful, beautiful song. Thank you for sharing it with us.
I’m so proud of you, Melinda. I know you’re working hard and I’m glad it’s paying off in good health–because you’ve always been beautiful to me.
Way to go, Melinda, and thanks for sharing that song. I wish so much my body would let me run, but at least I can remember what it felt like when I read about it. I felt like I was running right along with you for a moment there. (((hugs))) so proud of you!
That’s awesome!
I am so proud of you. You totally rock. You’re one of my most favorite people. Miss you.
Thank you for your inspiration Melinda. And you capture so beautifully the sense of joy that comes from doing it…really true blue doing it. YOU ROCK!!!!! (P.S. I will have to tell you sometime about the memory that I have of you, me, the bus and True Blue)