Wednesday, April 4, 2012
We had a heat wave hit Michigan in mid-March, and since I am training for a half marathon I took advantage of the gorgeous weather for a long run. My task: 9 miles. The weather: 80 and sunny. I was completely ignorant as I left my house for my 9 mile run in the sun. After 2 miles I was getting tired and took a walk break. The walk breaks increased and by 4.5 miles I knew I couldn't complete this run. I was in trouble. It was HOT! I was sweaty, exhausted and almost out of water. I was walking more than I was running. My body just wasn't ready for this hot weather, and it wasn't able to exert the normal energy level it had under colder circumstances. By 6.5 miles I felt I had nothing left to give and better stop. I was concerned I may pass out if I continued to push myself. I refer to this run as the "death run". It really was that bad.
But God helps us forget. A few days later, with colder weather, and less sun, I set out again for a 9 mile run. I had forgotten the pain. I had forgotten the impossibility I felt that day. I forgot, and here I was willing to try it again.