Lately, I’ve been running again. I chalk it all up to divine intervention.
One night, after being exhausted, I turned to TK. “I’m going to bed,” I mumbled, worn out. “But it’s only 8:00!” he responded. “Yeah,” I muttered, “Tired.” And I lumbered up the steps to the bedroom.
As I peeled back the covers to climb in, I had the overwhelming urge to get down on my knees and pray. Keep in mind, I have never, ever, ever in my whole life done that. Let’s reiterate: Never, never, ever-ever. But I went… uh, okay, sure. And I got down on my knees, put my elbows on the bed, clasped my hands, bowed my head and then just sat there. I mumbled, confused, “OK, I’ve assumed the position. Now what?”
I sat there for a few minutes, silently. Nothing.
“Well,” I said, “While I’m down here, let’s see. How about helping me get my energy back? How about my mojo? I’m so tired of being tired. I’m tired of feeling lost. Well I don’t feel lost, I just feel like I’m running at 50% strength. So, hey, how about some help with that? And, uh. Huh. I guess while I’m down here, I’ll also ask you to watch over TK, keep GT out of the hospital, and help ST with her patience. Oh, and watch over LA, she needs it.” I paused, “Yeah, that’s about it. In your son’s name, Amen.”
I opened my eyes. I shrugged. I crawled into bed. “Well, that was weird,” I said to myself. And then I went to sleep.
The next morning, randomly after breakfast, I had the strong urge to put on my workout clothes, leash the dog, and go for a run. Again, I chose to just go with it. Instead of getting in the shower, I put on my sports bra and strapped on my shoes. “TK, when you go to Costco, can you take the kids? I want to go for a run.”
His eyebrows shot up. “Really??” he said, “You haven’t wanted to run in like, 6 months.”
“I know,” I shrugged, “But I’m tired of being tired. And I feel like running.”
“Okie-doke,” he smiled, and walked into the other room.
I went for a run. Sweat streamed out of every pore. Cocoa looked up at me, panting, happy. I did about two miles (and told myself I didn’t want to wear out the DOG too much, yeah – that’s it). While I was jogging, I had a strong urge to ask my friend Sunshine to run a race with me.
I choose not to question and doubt. I’m just going with it.
That was 3 weeks ago. I told my friend Sunshine the whole story, and she agreed to start training for a 5K with me. Five days a week, we run. Usually by ourselves, but at least once a week we run together.
(Feel our awesome athletic power)
Let’s see where this crazy journey takes us…
