Just when you think the wave will overcome you, and you can’t breathe through the stress and objections innate in life, you’re rescued. To me, it was a pair of wet, running shoes, and a self-diagnosis: Insanity.
A week ago today, my car was towed with a dead battery. My battery died again today after work. Not joking here. Life is incredible sometimes. I was supposed to be 2 hours away in 3 hours. I didn’t make it, but the good news is I’m not in trouble. I am going out there tomorrow AM. And will enjoy it.
So I went to my gym, changed into my wet running stuff, still damp from this morning’s AM run, intent on doing 2 or 3 miles. 7 miles later, I am a different man.
Didn’t run fast, didn’t run that well, but I ran. And somewhere between those 7 miles, I was renewed.
I did miss my recovery window, which I am catching up on now as I write. I thank God everyday that he has shown me this blessing, or peaceful elation as I move through space.