I first started really running several months after my daughter was born. That pesky baby weight was still hanging on, and I felt blah from all of the short nights and a basically brand-new life of this wonderfully exhausting thing called mommyhood.
However, I quickly found myself with almost a need to go running. Now I joke with people that I run for two reasons.
One, because it’s faster than walking.
And, two, so I can eat chocolate.
Take your pick…I think they’re both fantastic reasons, though one may tip the scales more than the other. 😉
I just run…I like to get where I’m going, and I like to get there fast.
And the same thing happens with my dreams, too.
I dream big, I dream all-out, and I dream in fast forward.
Must. Happen. Now. Yes, God? I know You totally agree.
I was thinking about this mindset during a Saturday morning several months ago as I tackled my first 10k. In the running world, this is not a huge accomplishment, but it was on my bucket list and something I wanted to cross off with a big, fat, thick X.
And as I
sprinted trotted through those miles of hills, (because why wouldn’t I choose a course full of hills for my first 10k???) I thought a little.
Or, a lot.
About how I treat so much in my life like a race.
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