Running Makes Sense..

My head was pounding, making it real difficult to crawl out of bed. I looked at the time and thought of Sarah F. getting ready to run her first half marathon. I was so excited for her.
Then I felt my throat itchy and my body achy. "Get a cup of coffee, get moving." I coaxed myself.
It was almost 8am. I had totally slept in.
"Happy Birthday Mom." September 27th. Its been so long. So many milestones without my mother. So many moments you look to heaven and wonder "if she could see this."
So early, so achy and already so weepy.

I curled up on the couch with my hot cup of coffee. Sheba curled up next to me. I prayed for Sarah F. to have a great race, to do well and to have fun.

I moved on with my morning.

Pastor Jim was sharing the story of Mary witnessing her son, Jesus, being beaten.  "Mothers, I am talking to you, As a mother...
Every time he said "Mother" I felt myself shrink in my seat. I was so sensitive. I could feel the tears resting in my eyes.
"She loved you Anita, you know she did."

I just wanted to RUN. I sent Lacey a text. She replied instantly. She was in.

3 weeks until Detroit Free Press Marathon. I have no training plan over the next 3 weeks. Just run when I feel like it, run long, run well, run healthy, just run.

I got 7 miles in with Lacey. I pushed her a bit, she loved it.  She wanted it, I needed it.
Running is so therapeutic.


I still don't have a car from Austin totaling it last week. I painted both the kitchen and the office last week. I really don't want to look at a paint brush for a while.
So I think I will run long tomorrow. Makes perfect sense. Maybe I will run trails. Maybe I will run to the trails.
Not sure what I will feel like tomorrow, both physically or mentally. I am on my second cup of hot tea and honey. I took a bath and came out before I fell asleep in there. I am feeling so distracted.
You ever have days when you struggle to compartmentalize your thoughts. Its crazy in there. My mind is like a crash derby. Thoughts, ideas, memories, dreams are bouncing off each other. Voices are interrupting each other. There is static making it difficult to understand anything at all.
Running makes sense, it always makes sense..

Anita