Well, I didn't plan on 5 miles, nor did I make 5 miles! I planned on an easy 2 or 3 really. But the morning was so beautiful and I was so excited to be out running again when I got to the corner I was supposed to turn on to head back - I went straight instead. Well, after the huge hill and about 3.5 miles my knee did its thing again... not a happy camper. I had to walk all the way home and maybe I should say "hobble"... So I had lots of time to think, and that I did. I was frustrated because I was hurting in an area I thought was okay. I gave it some time to heal after all. I wondered how many times in life we get hurt in some way and just keep trying to push it...especially in church matters. There is nothing that can hurt like those wounds we can receive from our church family. We are connected in so many ways those pains can run deeply. But how many times after being hurt in a church do we run out and try to do the same thing in another congregation...only to get hur...

I got my Brooks a day early! I was like a kid at Christmas, quickly pulling them out of the box. Then I had to put them on to see if they would really feel like running shoes; and of course they did. I looked a little funny running around the house. But I was so excited I did not even care, and besides who's gonna see me anyway? In all the excitement I finally realized that they had come a day earlier than they were supposed to. Then it hit me that Thursday is my day off so I can get all my errands done. I have to wait another whole day, til Friday, before I get to put them to the real test! I think my feet literally started itching! But when I do get to try them out Friday, it'll be my long run. Hopefully it will be my longest run yet and a real confidence booster. My half is one week from Sunday and I am getting a little anxious...did I mention I hate waiting? Waiting can be a fine art you know; and patience, I've heard, is a virtue. I do agree that they must both be ...