Flying Solo

I’ve been training for a half marathon using the Jeff Galloway method. I have a great running partner who I meet with pretty regularly. We do two, 3-mile runs throughout the week and then a long run on the weekend. I actually have many terrific running partners in town, so most often I do not have to run alone.

Last week our plans changed. A group of ladies decided to run a little bit further, but I needed to get back to the house so Earl could go to work. I ran a mile and a half with my friends and then turned around to run a mile and half back to my car. 

Alone. 

Up hill.

I don’t mind being alone. I actually like it. But when
it comes to running, I enjoy the social aspect of it. I don’t like to run ahead of the group solo. I don’t even like to run with an ipod (frankly, I don’t know how to use one). I like to stick with my buddies and chat. It passes the time and it’s a great way to connect with people.

There have only been a handful of times when I’ve had
to run alone. And I usually take this time to thank God for all of my blessings: the beautiful sunshine,
my wonderful friends, legs so I can run (just to name a few).  I also like to pray for people who are on my heart. Occasionally I’ll ask for selfish things … “dear God, I pray that my butt doesn’t jiggle as much as I think it does.”  Or “dear God, remember the lady from the gym? You know, the one who wears too much perfume? Could you please allow her to sleep in this morning so I can take good, clean breaths?”

When running with friends or without, I know I’m never truly alone. Just like I count on my friends to help push me up those hills, so I can count on God to renew my strength.  (I know this applies to all aspects of my life. Whether or not I remember to look to Him is a different story).

But those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
they will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint.
Isaiah 40:31

 Tomorrow I’m scheduled to run 14 miles. A few weeks ago, I ran twelve. So what’s a few more, right? I’ll be running with friends. Fourteen miles would be daunting without them. For me, I think running 14 miles requires the strength of friends and God.  I might need to skip church in order to do it; I’m sure He’ll understand. Besides, my God will be running with me.

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