This morning we ran 15 miles.
…on a prayer.
You see, I took some very wise, beautiful words of advice from one of the strongest, most wonderful souls I know: Lindsay. She told me that she often would use her long runs to pray, spending some of that time with Him. It not only centered her for the run but it gave her a chance to have a little chat with God along the way.
So that’s what I did this morning, just as we were hitting mile 2, I said a little prayer.
This morning, I pray for
Faith in the process, faith in our training, faith in eachother.
This morning I also give thanks.
…for this opportunity to challenge ourselves.
…for physical and mental toughness.
…for the blessings this experience has already provided us.
I am thankful.
As simple as that. I was praying it to Him as much as I was saying it to myself and silently sharing those words with Scott. Between those quiet prayerful words, and the beautiful rainbow I saw on my ride home last night, and I was feeling extremely calm and centered for our 15-miler, our longest run to date.
And I truly and firmly believe that it made all the difference. We ran those miles as if we’d been running 15-milers our whole lives. It was surreal just how good the run felt, how well our bodies responded, and how quickly the time passed. I never, ever thought I’d get to this point — where 15 miles doesn’t feel daunting. (I even said to Scott when all was said and done: “well, that *didn’t* suck!”)
…who am I??
I’ll tell you who I am — who WE are.
…we’re becoming the marathoners we dreamed of becoming ‘someday.’
But instead of ‘someday’ — this fall is our someday. October 7 is inching closer and closer (something like 9 long runs away!). And with each day that passes, we are both stronger, more confident, and most of all — happier runners.
This is just amazing. I can’t even begin to put it into words. It’s just…incredible.