Thursday, May 31, 2018

early bird

There are only a few reasons I will be an early bird to get up around 5 a.m., and Elizabeth's birthday is one of them..... Such fun to surprise her with chalk and balloons for our run this morning.... :) 

May you have friends worth getting out of bed for at the crack of dawn and may you have joy in celebrating them (even if it's not with sidewalk chalk and balloons.)  



Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Let Your Mind Run

I keep coming back to this article again and again and think this is part of the reason that I'm on the road to recovery (along with some wonderful PT and prayers!)....

Deena Kastor: ‘The Tiny Tweak That Completely Changed My Running Career’ It has nothing to do with physical training.


When Deena Kastor first became a professional runner, she thought the hardest part would be the physical training. After all, what could be more taxing than interval workouts so intense you taste blood in the back of your throat? Turns out, the toughest part was wrestling with her mind. In her new memoir, Let Your Mind Run, the Olympic medalist and American record holder reveals how our thoughts have the power to stifle or nurture our true power.
In 2015, I crossed the finish of the Chicago marathon in seventh place, with a time of 2:27:47. I had just set a new American masters record for women 40 or older. My husband, Andrew, was standing just over the line with our daughter, Piper, then 4 years old. I embraced them both, thinking about the power of a single positive choice—how it is the first step in the story we want to create; how every decision that follows builds and expands and accumulates. Yet it all comes back to the microdecisions we make in any given moment, when we can go in one direction or the other.
My professional running career has been punctuated by some very special moments like that one in Chicago. I was the first American woman to run a marathon under 2 hours 20 minutes. I've broken records set by the running icon of my time, Joan Benoit Samuelson, and then had those same ones broken by our country's current powerhouse, Molly Huddle (just this year, in fact). I'm an eight-time NCAA All-American and a seven-time U.S. eight-kilometer cross-country champion. I won the 10,000-meter Olympic Trials in 2000 and brought home bronze in the Athens Olympics marathon in 2004.
And to think: Those accolades, those incredibly special moments—they almost never happened.
I started running at 11 years old. I was adopted with no knowledge of my genetic makeup, so my talent took my parents and me by surprise. Back then, I saw my ability as a fixed trait, like having blonde hair and freckles. In my mind, everyone had a set amount and whoever had the most would win.
In college, that talent was tested. I couldn't see the successes that everyone else saw; I saw only my failures. I nearly gave up on running altogether. I thought about opening a bakery. But I didn't feel done. So in 1996, sort of on a whim, I moved from Arkansas to Alamosa, Colorado, to train with the revered Coach Joe Vigil. My only goal: to open myself up to learning what it took to reach my potential.
Coach was always emphasizing a good attitude. He told me stories, gave me books. While reading The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale, a passage jumped out: "Our happiness depends on the habit of mind we cultivate." I highlighted it and put three exclamation points in the margin. In repeatedly telling me to bring a good attitude to practice, Coach was trying to instill the same habit that he so clearly had. That's when it clicked: Habits are formed through repetition. So instead of focusing on my attitude periodically, I set out to make positive thinking a practice.
I realized I could push my mind and strengthen my positivity for a lifetime.
I began consciously experimenting with my thoughts and their effect on my workouts. Peale wrote about the effects of word choice on our perception, so I looked at words that frequented my vocabulary: hardcold, and tired. Replacing those with challengingtough, and adapting provided a greater feeling of strength and purpose. When I fell behind the men in my training group during a run, I noticed my mind drew a quick conclusion: I'll never be able to hang on. I asked myself how else I could view it: I'm a little closer to Phil today. I felt an immediate desire to keep pushing.
Indian researchers investigating the "biochemistry of belief" once wrote that "each and every tiny cell in our body is perfectly and absolutely aware of our thoughts, feelings, and our beliefs. If you believe you are fragile, the biochemistry of your body unquestionably obeys and manifests it. If you believe you are tough (irrespective of your weight and bone density), your body undeniably mirrors it." I couldn't have told you that then, but I certainly felt it.
I noticed how an argument on the phone with my mom was followed by a bad workout. A fast mile-repeat session came on the heels of exciting news about a friend getting married. Perfecting my cinnamon-roll recipe on Friday had me running light on my feet on Saturday.
It wasn't just workouts that improved. At the cafe where I worked, when one of the unfriendly regulars walked in, I always reacted with, Oh no, not Wade. I realized I'd let him condition me into approaching the situation with dread. So the next time he came in, I drew a big whipped-cream smiley face on top of his pancakes; he gave me a crooked grin. I left the cafe feeling good about making the effort to be kind. I started my workout in a more upbeat mood, and when the tough part came—disappointment at a slower mile, frustration at fatigue—I found a positive perspective to get me through it.
Ironically, practicing positivity showed me just how negative I could be. I noted how often in practice I cut myself down. You're worthless, what a dummy. The more tired I got, the easier it was to be negative, and the more relentless I had to be. I had to stay on top of my thinking in the same way I had to remain conscious and diligent about my pace in a workout.
Positivity wasn't a one-thought-fixes-all tool either. I had to cycle through different approaches. Some days it took scenery, music, or musing about dinner to get through a workout. Other days, I needed to think myself through the tough parts: Only one more mile. You've got this. Turning my attention to my breathing, stride, or arms worked in other situations. My job was simply to uncover the tool necessary for the moment. Often I found it on the first attempt. Sometimes, it took several tries. But each time, a shift in perspective got me through a workout and built more endurance, speed, and confidence.
Some days the positive path is harder to find and we have to be relentless in its pursuit.
The effects of positivity didn't surprise me. What surprised me was that they worked all the time. During my career, no one could see the diligent choosing of words, the monotonous shifting of perspective, yet it was apparent in my performance. By identifying and replacing a thought that was holding me back, I undid years of self-destructive thought patterns that had left me unhappy and injury-prone. I became fitter and faster and reached goals I'd believed were improbable.
My competitive days had a relatively short window, but I realized I could push my mind and strengthen my positivity for a lifetime. This excited me. Every day I got out there I could apply the mental habits of life more readily. The same thoughts I used in an anxious pack of runners also helped me keep my wits in gridlocked L.A. traffic. I could handle a broken foot in the Olympics and a broken yolk in the skillet. Patience in a long run gave me patience when Piper's flute playing got a little loud. Seeing all the lessons along the way added to my motivation. Every time I reached the crux of a workout or a tough moment in a race, I uncovered deep layers of strength and optimism and reinforced what was already there.
Some days the positive path is harder to find and we have to be relentless in its pursuit. But a better outlook is always there and worth chasing. On the other side are potential—and possibility.
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Taylor- I love this so much and want to be relentless in my pursuit of the positivity and the small shifts I can make in my mind between now and the race and during the race.... My prayer is that you can learn to do this too over time and that these practices would become ingrained in you. 


Tuesday, May 29, 2018

The Hay is in the Barn

Yay! Today, Elizabeth and I finished our last workout of this training plan. We ran a warm up and then did some speed work together for about 6 miles getting faster each mile and then gave each other a high five before heading home.  This phrase comes to mind:



I was curious about the origin of this phrase and I found a blog post written by Gerry Sandusky, a sports broadcaster, who popularized this saying:

The question I get asked most often—other than questions about my name—is about the phrase “The hay’s in the barn.” I started to use the phrase several years ago during the broadcast near the end of a Ravens game after the play that seals a win. The first time I used the phrase, I didn’t even realize I said it, but so many people said it back to me through the course of the next week that I realized it resonated with people. It stuck.
The phrase comes from my college football coach Phil Albert. In the early 80’s I played tight end on Towson University’s team. I use the word “play” lightly since I didn’t play in games very often. Near the end of each practice, Coach Albert would say, “The hay’s in the barn.” He meant all the hard work was done and all we had to do was finish up. Ironically, the only time I ever got into games was when the hay was in the barn.
I love the phrase because it doesn’t merely speak to the outcome. Yes, it means winning, but it also speaks to the amount of work it took to get there. It speaks to the journey, not just the destination. Sometimes, like in Super Bowl 47, the hay doesn’t get in the barn until the final second comes off the clock. Other times, the hay’s in the barn with several minutes left on the clock. And there are those days when the hay never quite gets in the barn. That’s what makes it so special. There are no guarantees at the start of the game—or any journey, any endeavor for that matter—that you’ll finish, that you’ll win. But when you do the sweetness of the moment comes not only from putting the hay in the barn but from all the work it took to get it there.
I recently trademarked the phrase. I’m not sure what I’ll do with it, but I want it to be something that reminds people of that powerful sense of accomplishment that connects vision, work, and good fortune.
Coach Albert always had a knack for talking about much bigger things in life when he was talking about football. “The hay’s in the barn,” has the same quality. Sure it comes at the end of a football game, but it means more than just one team beat another. It means you did what you needed to do in order to accomplish your goal, to reach your objective, to get to your destination.
And once you reach that destination the work starts again to accomplish a new goal, reach a new objective, get to a new destination. When you get there, you’ll pause for a sweet sliver of time, exhale, and enjoy the simple please of knowing, “the hay’s in the barn.”

So, I'm sitting here after a hot shower, thankful that we've done the work, and I'm trusting that we are ready to run this race.

So, when you are up against your next big game or goal, my prayer for you is that you will do the work, trust the process, do the best you can in your preparation, and get out there and enjoy the ride! 

Monday, May 28, 2018

Daily Bread

Yesterday in church, we said the Lord's Prayer together after one of the worship leaders prayed about other concerns in the church.  This prayer is a powerful one because Jesus has given us a model here for prayer, but sometimes, the prayer can go in one ear and out the other because it has become so familiar. 

The line that struck me most yesterday was "Give us this day our daily bread." 

I now have less than two weeks out until the race. Each day, I seem to have a different "phantom injury" with something that aches, and I've joked that I have been hyper sensitive to any little pain because that means that it must be time to amputate.  (Just kidding- it's not that extreme, but I do have anxiety that can creep in when something feels tight or sore.) 

God has given us a tool to combat these anxieties- 
As I say this line of the Lord's Prayer, I am asking God to provide. 
I don't know what tomorrow will bring, but I can trust Him to give me what I need for today. 

So- tonight as I'm headed to bed with a sore calf, I'll keep praying, "give us this day our daily bread," and I'll pray that for you too that God will give you what you need each day. 

Friday, May 25, 2018

May the peace of Christ be with you....

Taylor, as you and Dad head to Portland today for this super fun trip to the Nike campus and for adventures in Portland, I wanted to pass on these words that I say to you everyday you go to school as my prayer for your trip.
May the peace of Christ be with you
Wherever He may send you
May He guide you through the wilderness
Protect you through the storm
May He bring you home rejoicing 
At the wonders He has shown you
May He bring you home rejoicing 
Once again into our doors. 

This prayer is on target for so many things in life with the journeys we take and it will be one that I will take with me in two weeks when I run in the race.... :) 

Thursday, May 24, 2018

A Change of Plans

Today, I biked to SPU and then decided to run up in the Queen Anne neighborhood before I had a meeting at 10 a.m.  By the time I dropped off my bags in my office, I realized I did not have time for the route all around the top of Queen Anne that I'd hoped to run so made a quick decision and adjusted my route to head up 3rd Avenue around the west side of Queen Anne, by Kerry Park and then back down 2nd Avenue.  On the way, I got to run by Seattle's first ever neighborhood library which was built in 2012 and also head back down to SPU by the Trautman's house. When I went by the little library, I found a cool book about diggers that I brought back for Anna to give to the Mazzoncini boys when she babysits for them next, and when I went by Chris' house, she was just walking out the door so I was able to give her a quick hug.  

As I was running down the hill, I was reflecting on how the timing and route turned out to be just right with these unexpected gifts along the way.  The adjustment which at first seemed to be an inconvenience because I had to change plans turned out to be a gift. 

My prayer for you today is that as you have to make adjustments because plans have to change for one reason or another that you would have the flexibility and the eyes to see the gifts that are just around the corner for you. 
Seattle's first neighborhood library 
(and the one from which we copied with the tree idea on the side of ours!) 

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Happy Dance

Today, I am walking on sunshine 
because I had a great run with Elizabeth early this morning
(yay for being able to run fast today and for a little confidence back!)....

but the real reason I'm doing a happy dance today is because
I get to celebrate YOU today!!!! 

pure joy!!!!!!!!!!!!










Tuesday, May 22, 2018

For Grace Beyond Imagining

One of the things I love about running is that my thoughts can wander down many a path and meander as I log a few miles.  It helps me clear my head, and sometimes things surface that I normally would not tune into.  

Today, as I was running, this phrase above from a Celtic prayer book that I had opened up this morning to start the day kept coming to mind. 

So I followed the rabbit trail, and I kept praying this phrase with each thing that came to mind..... 

Know that I prayed for you today 
for grace beyond imagining.... 

Monday, May 21, 2018

HWYRT?

Taylor, this morning, you asked me if I went for a run, and I told you I was taking the day off after yesterday's long run. Then you asked how my run went yesterday. 

I know this seems small, but it meant the world to me that you asked. 
You knew that I was trying to get back on track and you knew I'd been working hard on this. 
Thank you for your thoughtfulness and for checking in on your mama. 


As I was looking for an image to put with this, I found this- 
who knew there was an acronym for "How was your run today?" :) 

Sunday, May 20, 2018

Destination Run

This morning, I ran over the 520 bridge to Marcia and Stuart's (which was about 9 miles to their house) and then back home. (I took it easy but am encouraged that I made it over 18 miles today after my setback a couple of weeks ago!) 
It was motivating to have a destination for my halfway point and then to stop and be with them for a bit before turning around for the second leg. Before I got there, Marcia had given Elsa the job of serving me bananas and oranges when I arrived. She was super cute in her little feet pajamas as she followed her mama's request and kept offering me fruit and water while we were talking. 
 

I am praying for you to have a vision for your future and a hope and purpose through life.
May there be destinations along the way with good friends who cheer you on (and who give you good snacks too for good measure to keep you going!)... 

Friday, May 18, 2018

Shifting the Spotlight

I heard this on a podcast today as people were talking about the mental game behind running:

"Think about your mind as a spotlight. Whatever you shine it on, you are going to get more of that thing. If you are shining it inward and if it's negative, you are just going to get more negative inward self-talk. If you shine it on positive self-talk, you are going to get more of that. The key is that all of us have the ability to shift the spotlight. We can shift it into thoughts or out into the environment. When you focus outward, it helps you get out of your own head and you can focus on something else....If you shine it on doubt, you'll get a lot of doubt.  If you shine it on anxiety, you'll get more of that. It's not that those experiences are not going to be there. You can't just magically remove them. It's about noticing when those come up and being able to shift your focus to other things." 


As I heard this, I thought of this race ahead and how it's easy right now to focus on the aches and pains that have cropped up and wonder if I'll be up to the challenge.  This pushes me to instead focus on gratitude that I'm 45 and am able to run this well and this far. I can go to the start line and just test my limits that day and do the best I can when the time comes.  

It prompts me also to pray for your mind that you will have the flexibility to shift the spotlight when you need to in life. And when you get stuck with the spotlight on the wrong things, just do a quick turnaround and shine it elsewhere. 




Thursday, May 17, 2018

Restless

I went to bed too late and then kept waking up through the night thinking that it was time to get up and go running early this morning. Needless to say, it was a bit of a restless night. 

I was reminded of this quote today and am praying that as you go through your life that your restless places would push you to look for true rest which is found in God alone... 

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

A Decision


A friend shared this quote with me yesterday, and I love it for so many reasons.  In relation to running, I know I am probably going to have some good days and some bad days in the coming weeks leading up to the race.  However, I can decide to not dwell on things beyond my control.  I'll do the best I can with what my body can do right now and with what God gives each day. 

My prayer for you is that you will also be able to make decisions to not dwell on things beyond your control today.  I am so proud of you for how you did over the weekend in the Smokies and how you had such a fantastic attitude through all the miles. May you face whatever comes and do the best you can with whatever life God gives you. 

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Daily Dependence


Today I ran around Green Lake and then met a friend to walk around another loop. My back was tight from where Julie had worked on it yesterday in physical therapy, and my right hamstring was tight so I just kept a nice and easy pace.  Aches and pains certainly are reminders of my daily dependence on God.  I long for independence and strength, but broken places do lead me to deeper connection with God.  This song below is a popular one on the radio and I love the line, "Your strength is found at the end of my road."  My prayer for you today, Taylor, is that you would lean in to God for strength each day, especially when you feel that you're at the end of your road. 


Though times it seems
Like I'm coming undone
This walk can often feel lonely
No matter what until this race is won
I will stand my ground where hope can be found
I will stand my ground where hope can be found
Oh, O'Lord O'Lord I know You hear my cry
Your love is lifting me above all the lies
No matter what I face this I know in time
You'll take all that is wrong and make it right
You'll take all that is wrong and make it right
Your strength is found
At the end of my road
Your grace it reaches to the hurting
Still through the tears and the questioning why
I will stand my ground where hope can be found
I will stand my ground where hope can be found
Oh, O'Lord O'Lord I know You hear my cry
Your love is lifting me above all the lies
No matter what I face This I know in time
You'll take all that is wrong and make it right
You'll take all that is wrong and make it right
(Right, so right)
Make it right
(Right, so right)
Make it right, right
I will stand my ground
I will stand my ground
I will stand my ground where hope can be found
I will stand my ground where hope can be found
Oh! O'Lord O'Lord I know You hear my cry
Your love is lifting me above all the lies
No matter what I face this I know in time
You'll take all that is wrong and make it right (take all what is wrong)
You'll take all that is wrong and make it right
(Right, so right)
Make it right
(Right, so right)
Make it right, right

Monday, May 14, 2018

Magic Wands

I got an email from Julie Johnson this morning (the PT who was so gracious to squeeze me in on Friday night). She had a cancellation in her schedule so she emailed and asked me to come in for a quick follow up appointment.  I had emailed her my progress report over the weekend, and she just wanted to make sure things were not all out of alignment after running over the weekend. 

She was so pleasantly surprised that Sunday had gone so well and that I had had no pain at all, and I told her that she does have the reputation for having some magic up her sleeves.  She said I looked pretty good today and she was really impressed, but she worked again on loosening up my left side which is still pretty tight and which makes my right leg have to work so much harder. 

I wrote her a card to thank her for her optimism, encouragement and support, and also I enclosed a tiny pair of magic wand earrings that I had made with a note about this reputation she has. 

Now, I do believe that she has a special touch and has incredible intuition about diagnosing the root of the issue at hand, but I also firmly believe that Sunday's run was such an obvious answer to prayer.   The only response I know is one of joy and gratitude.... 


And, it goes without saying that I've always had a thing for magic wands.... 

Sunday, May 13, 2018

Running to God


16 miles today.
I cannot even believe it.  On Friday morning, I tried to go for a run, and I could not make it around the block without pain, but after my PT appointment on Friday night, I was able to run 16 miles this morning. She told me I was fine to run today and give it a try (but told me not to push it and run 20 which was on my schedule). I think Julie (the amazing PT whom I got to see) must be magic.

It was an absolutely beautiful day too which seems to put a smile on everyone’s face here in Seattle.  I ran across the 520 bridge with Elizabeth and another friend Tina, and then we met up with some other women at our usual time to run our regular Sunday route.

Over the past few days when I was feeling pretty discouraged, I certainly prayed about this and tried to lay my hopes about running in God’s hands. I prayed with my friend Laura on Thursday about it and also with Jason on Friday night.  In some ways, in comparison to other things swirling around in people’s lives, this seemed minor, and I felt sheepish to ask for prayer about this.  But, I trusted that God cared about it because He knows every hair on my head, and this felt like a big deal in the moment to be unable to run as I had been able to before.  I trusted that there is nothing too small or too big that we can bring to God in prayer.

It also reminded me of the time we went camping at Mt. Rainier, and you lost the cross necklace that you wore all the time.  

You had been playing down by the creek where there were so many logs and spots to play in the water, and you had taken your necklace off and set it somewhere so you wouldn’t lose it when you jumped in the water.  But when you got out of the water, you could not find it again.  I went down to help you look when you reported that it was missing.  While I knew there was a chance that we might not find it, I remember praying for God to help me go directly to the spot. I looked for a while and did not have any success, but then I went back one more time and tried to imagine where you walked. As I walked on a log, I looked down and there it was in plain sight. My heart immediately cried out a prayer of gratitude to God for answering this little prayer about this beloved necklace. 

As we’ve talked about, God is not a genie. It’s not like He answers every whim and prayer we whisper in our hearts. But what I do know beyond a shadow of a doubt is that God hears our prayers and loves it when we come to Him. That connection is what matters.

So, today’s run was a joyful run because it was indeed an answer to prayer, but it also reminds me that we have a God who loves us deeply and who cares about the intimate details of our lives. 

May you know that God delights in hearing your heart and is already running to you when he sees you running to Him with your prayers. 

Saturday, May 12, 2018

Help

I went to see Elizabeth's physical therapist last night, and was so amazed that she would squeeze me in on a Friday evening. The appointment was really great, and I think she is going to be able to help me get back on track slowly but surely.

When I ran this morning, I was cautious after this past week so I took it slowly. It was not a perfect run as I could feel a few twinges at times, but it was certainly progress from yesterday when I was worried I would hurt it more by continuing so I did not even make it around the block. 

You may have heard me talk about a quote from Anne Lamott in which she says that there really are just two prayers we need: "Help" and "Thanks".... As I ran, I simply prayed these prayers, “Help me” and “Thank You”.   And this seems to sum it all up—asking for help for those aches, pains, discouragements and limitations in life all the while saying “Thank You” to God for His faithfulness and His gift of being with us every step of the way.

I read that the average person's stride length is approximately 2.5 feet long. That means it takes just over 2,000 steps to walk one mile. For the marathon, I will have close to 52,000 steps covered.  


Today my route took me just around 2 1/2 miles so I had 5000 steps when I was aware of some pain in my foot.   Rather than focus on that pain and just say "Ouch!," I tried to use each step as a simple reminder to pray for those who need help....  (prayers for my friend Laura who has serious back pain, for Abba that he could enjoy the hikes with you and for you that you would be able to soak up this time with Janie & Abba in the mountains.) 



When pain comes your way, may God give you perspective and may he be your help in time of need...

Friday, May 11, 2018

Your Hands

Last night, I went to see a PT at Super Jock and Jill for a short consultation, and he found that I have some mild instability in my lower back which makes my right leg a little weaker than my left.  This weakness puts more pressure on my foot to hold it all together so it seems there's a strain that has developed in the tissue. He taped up my foot to see if that would help. I was encouraged, but I also knew that this might just be a temporary band-aid. 

I tried to run this morning to see if the taping helped, but things hurt a bit just as I made it down the block so I stopped. This song by JJ Heller was playing on my phone on this short lap around the block, and it was just what I needed to hear: 



I have unanswered prayers
I have trouble I wish wasn't there
And I have asked a thousand ways
That you would take my pain away
You would take my pain away

I am trying to understand
How to walk this weary land
Make straight the paths that crooked lie
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine
Oh Lord, before these feet of mine

When my world is shaking, heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave your hands

When you walked upon the earth
You healed the broken, lost and hurt
I know you hate to see me cry
One day you will set all things right
Yeah, one day you will set all things right

When my world is shaking, heaven stands
When my heart is breaking
I never leave your hands
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My prayer for you on this day, Taylor, is that you will know that you never leave His hands when you are discouraged... 

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Radiant







4I sought the Lord, and he answered me;
he delivered me from all my fears.
5Those who look to him are radiant;
their faces are never covered with shame.
Psalm 34:5-6 
I read this psalm today and was struck with the word "radiant." 
It is my prayer that I will look to God today and be radiant because of it. 
It is my prayer that this weekend in the Smoky Mountains that you would see God's beauty and hear His voice singing over you and be radiant because of it. 


Wednesday, May 9, 2018

overuse

o·ver·use

verb
ˌōvərˈyo͞oz/
  1. 1.
    use too much.
    "young children sometimes overuse “and” in their writing"
    synonyms:hackneyed, overworked, worn outtimeworntired, played out, clichédstaletritebanalstockunoriginal
    "try to avoid such overused adjectives as 'great' and 'beautiful'"
noun
ˌōvərˈyo͞os/
  1. 1.
    excessive use.
    "overuse of natural resources"


After a couple of days off, I went out for my run this morning with Elizabeth all ready to try to do some mile repeats. The warm up mile felt pretty good and I was grateful. The next mile was done at a cautious pace (a little under an 8 minute mile) but I felt okay, but then after another mile, my ankle started to hurt a little and I knew I needed to pull back and to listen to my body.

Anatomy of the ankle, with the area of pain highlighted in red

The hardest thing about endurance training (as I've said a number of times) is finding that sweet spot-- enough hard workouts to get in better shape but not too much that injuries happen. The speed work, long runs and the super hilly course this weekend must have been a bit much so I need to back off for a bit.  

This takes practice to let go of control here since my body is limited.  I'll be needing to depend on God's timing, healing and strength. I know this race is not the most important thing in the world; but I've been setting my sights on it for quite a while, and I'd like to give it my best shot. 

So, here's to practicing trust and patience with this along with some ice packs each day on my ankle... And here's to offering prayers for you, Taylor, for patience, trust and for you to be able to depend on God when things get off track sometimes.