Lump

So I thought I’d share some of the random pics I have on my smartphone and write this blog entirely on my phone as well, just for kicks. I feel like I have the most random photo album ever – some pics I’ve taken myself, some not. Here is just a glimpse into my ridiculousness…

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My new running kicks, the Mizuno Wave Runner 15

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David Wallace. Suck it.

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Yes

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Thanks to my friend Charlotte for that lil gem!

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Really good pie

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Praying mantis at car wash

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Me super muddy at the Ruckus

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I love seeing pics that remind me of friends.

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Why you all in my grill???

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Truth

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Nothin you can do about it

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Motivation

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Moms dogs tongue is like 500 feet long

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McKayla is not impressed by this blog! Rats!

Hope everyone has a nice weekend 🙂

Run by faith,
Lindsay

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Mud on the Tires /// Ruckus Edition

Thought I’d take a second and share my recent experience in the Ruckus.  While I’ve done 5 & 10-K’s, half and full marathon’s, this was my very first obstacle race.

photo courtesy of runruckus.com

 

If I had to use one one word to describe the Ruckus it would be muddy! The days leading up to the race we had extreme rain storms which didn’t help AT ALL because everything between the obstacles, mud-related or not, was muddy too. It made the running portions in the grass very treacherous. I had expected there to be some sort of mud-pit obstacle, but what I didn’t expect was there to be 5+ mud-pit obstacles. In a row. Getting a “little” dirty was simply not an option.

Anyway I thought I’d share some tips for anyone who might want to participate in an obstacle course race:
1. Make sure your shoes are tied tight! Once they’re water logged with mud they weigh about 7lbs a piece and you don’t want your shoe to fall off mid race.
2. Gloves are a good idea but certainly not mandatory. I didn’t have them, I saw others who did. There wasn’t any obstacle in which I thought “gee this is killing my hands I wish I had gloves,” but had there been a different set of obstacles then perhaps I would’ve. It’s a crap shoot.
3. Don’t choose the last race heat of the day. My thinking was it’d be better on my husband and kids if I went later in the day. However the champions heat started before my heat finished (basically making it an impossibility for anyone in my heat to participate in it if we qualified) and by the last heat the queues before some obstacles were CRAZY long. I mean I stood at certain obstacles over 10 minutes waiting my turn behind people from previous heats who showed up and walked through the course. It negatively impacted my time and it killed my momentum. That was disappointing.
4. Bring a towel to sit on in your car. They had garden hoses you could use to knock some of the bigger mud chunks off yourself with,  which felt very Woodstock-y to me, but even that doesn’t clean you enough to go anywhere until you can get to a real shower.
5. Pants past the knees is a must. All that crawling in mud and sand would be tough on an exposed knee!
6. Wear old shoes. They get trashed in all the mud and there’s no avoiding it! There were donation spots set up all over the place so once you change into your post-race flip flops you can then give your old shoes away. Good stuff.

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Aside from the multiple mud pits and slides, there were also 20′ high nets (shaped like giant tee-pees) to climb over, there were wooden walls with ropes to climb up one side and jump down the other, there were ropes with loops hanging over a giant mud pit and  you had to “swing” from rope to rope to get across, giant hay bales (5′ tall) to climb over, and various other walls and things to army crawl over, under and through – making it a total of 4 miles of obstacle challenges.

Overall I’d definitely do another obstacle course race. I was nervous as most participants appeared to be in teams and were helping one another through the obstacles and all I had was me, but it turned out ok. Nothing was so difficult that I couldn’t handle it on my own.  “I can do all this through him who gives me strength.” [Phil 4:13]

Let me know of you ever try or have done an obstacle race!  Would you do one again?  Is there a particular type besides the Ruckus you would recommend?

Run by faith,
Lindsay

California Love

First I’d like to offer my apologies to anyone who typically reads my blog as it’s been a while since I’ve last posted… I must have started and gave up on ten different posts then decided maybe I needed a break. So here I am, back and freshy-fresh 🙂

Earlier this month my family and I took a vacation to Southern California. It’s where I lived when I met my husband, where his entire family still lives and my hands-down favorite place to visit.

Upon arrival I quickly found myself on the hotel’s treadmill. They have a nice little fitness center and I honestly can’t say enough about my satisfaction with Hilton-brand hotels’ workout rooms. I have consistently found their treadmills to be gym-quality and their assortment of weights and equipment to be more than adequate. However, the beautiful weather each morning was beckoning me… I so badly wanted to run outdoors.

So, one morning armed with my GPS and my iPhone I set off. I was about 1.5 miles into my run when *gasp* I saw her – another runner! She then turned off the road ahead of me through a hole in a fence marked “no trespassing” and started down a dirt trail. I did the only thing that seemed reasonable – I followed her. Careful to stay at least 30-50 yards behind her so as to not seem like a crazy stalker I followed her down the dirty desert trail. Towards the end of the trail, there was a quick blind hill and a turn followed by a fork in the road. I never did figure out which way she went. But I did find that either way took you to the Ronald Reagan Sports Park, which is a HUGE park filled with all things sports-related. Skate parks, baseball fields, a running track, a dek hockey court and children’s playsets were everywhere.

cool secret trail

With “The Gipper”

scary snake sign!

What I also found was a grassy knoll upon which about 30 runners were stretching – including the girl who had led me down the trail. They were all different ages and sizes. “A running club!” I joyfully exclaimed to myself. Part of me wanted to stop, to ask them what days and times they regularly met up. Part of me wanted to join them. I was excited about the prospects of learning about and running on even more new trails. And part of me was self-conscious. Afraid they’d think I was a crap runner or that I’d be too slow for the group. So I continued on…

The rest of my trip, from a running perspective, went just like that day. Same road, same trail, same sports park, pass the running group and back to the hotel. Some mornings I was mad at myself for being too nervous to join the group. And some days I had other places to be – like Disneyland – and didn’t have the time to wait around until their 8:30 start time.

If I was going to be in SoCal any longer I would have had to step up, overcome myself and inquire about the group, maybe even join them for a run or two. But since it was only a week-long trip I could get by with what I had figured out on my own without getting bored.

What I learned though is that sometimes it’s tough to ask for help, advice or to even join in when you feel intimidated by other’s knowledge and/or abilities. I know I certainly did, hence my never stopping to inquire about joining the group for a run or two. But it’s like my husband so eloquently said to me last night, “If you want to learn to dance you don’t go ask a soccer player* to teach you. You ask a ballerina.” When you’re serious about wanting to learn or try something new, you need to go to others who are experts in it, not people as clueless as you are. If you’re not willing to go to an expert then how serious are you really? Everyone was once a newbie and has been in your shoes.

The “good news” is that the Bible provides a pretty clear road map for how to be and live your life. And church is kind of like that running group – yes, the group I avoided because I felt intimidated by my perceived inadequacies. Remember, we are all sinners and each and every one of us falls short. And we have all walked a mile in one another’s moccasins in one way or another – don’t be afraid to go where you need to go or ask who you really need to ask when you need a hand. Theres nothing wrong with being new, slow or uninformed, as long as the desire and determination to learn and improve is present. Oftentimes the only thing holding us back is ourselves.

Run by faith,

Lindsay

*i can’t for the life of me remember the non-dancer example he used, but you get the point

Dear Mama

The other night I was putting my 5-year old to bed and I held her close and whispered, “I promise to never, ever leave you.”  This promise may seem ridiculous, but it stems from my insecurities about the impact my working for 3 years of her toddlerhood took on her, always shipping her off to be in the care of someone else rather than feel her mother’s love day in and out.  I always worry it will cause some kind of insecurity.  And her response?  “What about when you die? How will we be together then?”

Mark 16:16 says, “Whoever believes and is baptized will be saved, but whoever does not believe will be condemned.”

I responded to my little girl, telling her if she wants to see me after we die she needs to grow up to love God, to try to be good, and to be baptized and follow Jesus.  She asks if I’ve been baptized and I tell her yes.  I promise her I’m going to do all I can to go to Heaven but that she needs to do the same.  Then we will be together forever.

I think about the people in my life I love more than words can describe.  I think about those I’ve already lost – good, honest, hard-working people… non-Christians… and I wonder… did they go to Heaven?  Will the other people in my life that I love, other non-Christians or luke-warm Christians, will they be saved?  Can you go to Heaven without following God’s road map?  It is hard to think about those we love most not going to Heaven.  When I do let my guard down and think about it I weep for them and for myself.  It makes me feel like I’ve failed those I love the most because I wasn’t able to show them how great God’s love is.  But He did give clear instruction in His book on how to be saved.  I have no clue how to absolutely guarantee someone goes to Heaven, but I’d say the Bible would hold the most probable answer.

There are times I want to quit.  I want to quit it all –  quit being responsible, quit having to set an alarm to get up early when it’s the weekend (!!!), quit striving to better myself for my family and just be selfish.  Heck I’d just like to use the restroom one time without having someone bust in on me!  I’d like to just start locking the bathroom door.  Lock them out.  Quit it all.  Live for me.

Then my little girl asks me that innocent question, “What about when you die?  How will we be together then?”  And all selfish desires melt.  Imagining a day without my beautiful, sweet, loving girls literally rips my heart from my chest (to the point that I’m actually tearing up just typing this – I’m such a sap!) and I love them so much I would literally go to the ends of the world for them I would do anything to know that there would never be a day in which I would have to be without them.  And with that I press on.  I give all of myself to the Lord, I surrender my heart and soul and I teach them to love Jesus.  I pray that it sticks but I know it ultimately will be their choice and I realize life is a marathon.  As for me, I choose to follow His road map.  I pray I see you at the finish line.

Run by faith,

Lindsay

Feeling Strangely Fine

Two weeks ago I ran the Pittsburgh Marathon.  My first ever marathon.  Here is a pic of me pre-race:

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I may look like my normal silly self but truth be told I was really, really nervous.  I mean mega-nervous.  Perhaps more nervous than I have ever been before any physical challenge I’ve ever done.  This was my first marathon – the longest race I’d ever run before this was 13.1 miles, which was 2 years and 1 baby ago.  I did 100% of the training and preparation for this by myself.   I didn’t have a regular time of day or schedule for running, because when you’ve got 3 kids pre-K and under you don’t really have the luxury of having a schedule for your hobbies, let alone even have hobbies.  So I stuck with a plan as best I could, worked it around my girls’ dance, soccer, swim lessons and illnesses and showed up on race morning feeling completely overwhelmed and underprepared.  “If I’d only had more free time I’d have done way more cross-training,” I remember thinking.  “I just need to pick a reasonable pace per mile and stick with it.  I just need to cross the finish line.”  My goal was just to finish the race with some level of dignity.  So with the help of my trusty Garmin watch I picked a pace that seemed modest, tamped down my adrenalin and forced myself to stick with the planned pace even though I so badly wanted to tear off at a faster clip.

My distance runs during training started off strong.  But as I got further into training I found myself getting burned out, so I had to back off running a bit and try to find a better balance.  But in backing off I also ended up unexpectedly having to pack and move our family of 5.  Subsequent distance training runs suffered and rocked my confidence.  I would call my (non-runner) husband (who loves me but thinks distance runners are nuts) mid-run when I was struggling and he would encourage me to press on.  I would often come home, feeling dejected, shaking from running 18+ miles and wondering how in the heck I was ever going to run 8 miles further.  It was beyond demoralizing.

Race morning was a humbling experience.  Feeling like I had bit off WAY more than I could chew made me want to throw up.  I have always been an athlete, a competitor, and feeling like I can’t do something isn’t how I operate.  “What if I don’t make it to the finish line,”  I wondered, “What if I get injured and can’t finish?”  “What if all the time I spent preparing and training just wasn’t enough to press out those last few miles?”

I did what I always do – I took it to God and prayed for my safety during the race.  I prayed for both physical and mental strength and tenacity.  I prayed that I would just finish the race.  I thanked the Lord for giving me the opportunity to run.

And a funny thing happened – as I ran I started to think about my finish line in life when I go to the Lord.  Will my training and preparation be enough for me to cross into Heaven?  Much like the marathon with some easy, some difficult miles, we have easy days and hard days when it comes to our faith and our ability to avoid sin along our life’s course.  But at the end of it all we can blame our “life marathon” result on no one but ourselves. Only I am ultimately responsible or accountable for the choices I made during my time on Earth.

I know how scary it was feeling I was unprepared on race morning — I can’t even begin to imagine how petrified I will be going before the Lord knowing in my heart that I am not worthy.  All I can do is focus on the training.  To keep studying His word.  To continue fellowship with fellow Christian sisters.  To continually pray.

Crossing the finish line (I’m on the right)

I will never know while I’m here on Earth if my preparation truly is enough to cross the finish line into Heaven.  What I do know is that I will never stop preparing for that final mile, minute, breath.  Fortunately for me 2 weeks ago, my preparation was more than enough for the Pittsburgh Marathon and I finished easily in 4 hours 33 minutes.

super proud 🙂

“Keep running the race that is set before you with endurance.” -Hebrews 12:1

Run by faith,

Lindsay

How Bizarre

Getting caught with your pants down is a funny saying.  It’s hilarious to imagine.  In real life, however, it’s embarrassing and a public humiliation.

There’s nothing worse than toeing the start line of a race and feeling completely unprepared.  As I’ve been going through the rigors of training for my first marathon, I’ve spent A LOT of time worrying about whether or not my training and preparation has been adequate.  With the race literally less than 4 days away there’s really nothing more I can do to increase my strength or endurance.  I am praying that the miles I’ve put in have been enough.  I am praying that I don’t eat something over the next few days I regret once I’m 15+ miles in and that I remember to drink a ton of water between now and Sunday morning (I’m bringing back the 40-oz challenge!).  (I think) My success depends on a combination of training up till now and my diet and sleep between now and Sunday.  I really don’t want to go into Sunday and get caught with my pants down.

Me crossing the finish line for the 2010 Half Marathon in 2 hrs 4 mins

When I ran the Pittsburgh Half Marathon in May 2010 the day started off really humid and muggy.  I was SO THANKFUL when about 3-4 miles in it started raining, breaking the humidity and providing what I considered to be a ton of physical relief.  What I failed to think about was how I was going to finish the half marathon and not get caught with my pants down.

At some point a few months prior to race day I was wearing my favorite cotton Nike running shorts when my 3-year old pulled the draw string out.  I continued wearing them and they seemed to stay up no problem so I figured I didn’t need it and never went to the trouble to re-string it into my shorts.  What I failed to consider on race morning was that I hadn’t done much training in the rain in those shorts, if any.  And race day was rainy.  About 7 miles in I noticed my shorts were starting to sag.  Since they were cotton they were starting to get water-logged and heavy.  About 10 miles in and things were turning from mildly annoying to really irritating.  And at mile 12 I was seriously considering taking them off and finishing in my undies.  I’m not joking.  If you look in the picture above you can tell which one is me – I’m the one holding up my shorts while running towards the finish line.

A lot of runners and running friends have been chatting about how to prepare for the race – what to wear, what to eat, where to park.  All I can say is this:  don’t do anything you haven’t done before.  Eat foods you typically eat before a run – but don’t be dumb about it!  I would not recommend something really heavy or greasy even if it is what you chow down on before your at-home distance runs.  Pre-plan your parking strategy and get there really early.  And for the love of Pete, please make sure your clothes are equipped to handle whatever the weather forecast is for the day, because getting caught with your pants down really sucks.

“but those who hope in the Lord
will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
they will run and not grow weary,
they will walk and not be faint” – Isaiah 40:31

Run by Faith,

Lindsay

Wrong Way

I’ve been giving a lot of thought to what it means to try to be more like Jesus.  I mean, He was perfect … trying to stack my deck against His seems so ridiculous.  I’ve only been a Christian 5 years.  Wow was my life upside down prior to then!  And I have a confession to make — in the past 5 years since being baptized I was still sinning.  Sometimes *big* sins.  I still am a sinner.  I will always be a continual work in progress.

I’ve mentioned in at least one past post that my life has been kind of bananas lately.  And as a result I’m exponentially more stressed than usual.  Which means I’m more prone to occasional behavior that’s really not typical.  I’ve had times when I’ve been short with my husband, parents and my kids.  I’m having a harder time keeping commitments we’ve made to things that aren’t critical.  My sleep is suffering.  Running is suffering.  And the Lindsay I am is a shadow of herself… I’m quieter, less smiley and quicker to frustration.

Is it embarrassing to post to the world that I’ve not been myself?  No.  I’m completely okay with being a regular human being, and I don’t think being open and unapologetic about my faith means I have to be perfect and live a sinless life.  Too often I believe (and see) self-described Christians acting as though they must portray perfection, but meanwhile they’re stuck in grudges, being controlling, quick to anger, judging others, disrespecting their parents, committing adultery or idol worshiping – and sadly they seem to have forgotten they are the Christian in the situation.  As the Christian, I feel it is my responsibility to care more about how others feel than how I feel.  If I am truly living my life striving each day to be more like Jesus then I must be willing to put my hurts aside and try to find the good in others or in a bad situation.  And it is my responsibility to do whatever I have to do in order to get things back on track.  I know it sounds corny, but think about a situation perhaps you’ve been struggling with and ask yourself, “What would Jesus do?”  I have found more and more that asking myself that question when I’m in the midst of a difficult situation or dealing with a difficult person has helped me feel better about the way I react.  I want my karma to be more like Jesus.  He loved us even though we didn’t/don’t deserve it.

The good news is that I am cognizant of my indiscretions.  I know I’ve been off path and I am working to get things sorted out.  Identifying a shortcoming, accepting your fault(s), making amends and figuring out how or where to go to step into the right direction I think is the first step to healing and getting away from your sin.  It’s not always easy to get things corrected, but being strong and humble and again realizing I am *supposed to be* the Christian in the situation really helps.  People know I’ve been baptized.  If I’m a fair weather Christian then what does that say about Christianity to non-Christians in my life?

Never will I be perfect.  Never will I claim to be.  Never will every choice I make every day be free of error.  No one in any church is without sin or problems.

But never will I deny my love for Christ.  Never will I run from my sins or give up my Christian walk because I’m embarrassed over a sin I’ve committed or think I’ve messed up too badly to fix things.  To my Christian friends who are currently in the middle of a difficult situation I’d like to offer you this – work hard to make things right and focus your actions and heart on Jesus.  Stay humble and be willing to be the bigger person.  Show non-Christians in  your life what love and forgiveness really feels like.  I believe that kind of discipleship is what will open them up to the idea of getting to know Him.  We are His representatives.

Run by faith,

Lindsay

Going the Distance

I’m uber competitive about a lot of things.  Running actually isn’t one of them.  Since becoming a mom, running has become my “me” time.  I’ve been a runner over ten years now but running and being fit took on a whole new meaning after having our first child.  I soon realized that as long as I was out running I didn’t have to change anyone’s diapers, clean up throw up, or remind anyone for the ten thousandth time that brushing their teeth isn’t an optional daily task.   And, after just moving to a new neighborhood going to the gym gave me an opportunity to meet some other mommy’s and make some friends.  Double inspiration for getting fit!

I wouldn’t say I don’t care about my finishing time when I run races, I would just say I don’t care about your time.  Sorry.  I wasn’t born to run.  I’m not thin and wiry.  It takes me a zillion years to build endurance – I’m built for strength and breeding, not running.  When I sign up for a race I consider the course and my level of fitness and I make a mental goal for myself.  If I meet or surpass my personal goal, I’m happy.  If I don’t, that’s OK.  And if I have a PR or get a medal that’s just a bonus.  Honestly I don’t even know what my 5 or 10-K time would have to be in order for me to get a PR, that’s how much I don’t care about it.  I don’t walk around like I’m some great runner, mostly because I’m not.  I’m just a regular thirty-year old mom of three who enjoys the freedom, sanity and fitness running provides.  My goal is never to beat anyone specifically.  That takes the fun out of it for me.  My goal is first just to finish, and second to finish with a self-measured level of dignity.

Trust me friends I realize that signing up for races is hardly a private matter.  Anyone can look up any race and see the results.  One bad day means anyone with internet access can look you up and judge you, which stinks because so much outside of the actual race itself can go in to whether a race is a successful one – diet, sleep, or emotional state, how long it’s been since you last had a baby, how many weeks pregnant you currently are (OK those last two definitely apply to me! LOL)… just to name a few.  I’ve run so many races these past five years pregnant or with interrupted sleep it’s not even funny.  I feel for runners who put their everything into training and then have an outside source disrupt their preparation and it’s out of their control.  I’ve been there.  It’s my life.  And, once again, outside factors I have no control over are impacting my marathon training.  But I am pressing on.

It’s OK (and I think normal) to compare our results, but one thing I can promise is that when I’m toeing the starting line I’m not there thinking “I really want to beat her (or him)…” I’m thinking, “I really want to beat me.”  And (surprise) at the starting line I’m praying.  I’m praying that it’s in God’s plan for me to finish the race and for it to be with a time I can feel good about considering whatever amount of effort I’ve spent preparing and whatever obstacles have been placed in my way leading up to race day.  Because I know that simply showing up at the starting line doesn’t mean I’m going to make it to the finish line.  And I know that each step, each breath, each mile is on borrowed time and I owe nothing but praise to God for giving me the ability and opportunity to have that moment.  And that is something worth bragging about.

“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”  -James 4:14

Run by faith,

Lindsay

Here Without You

Part of marathon training is getting my weekly distance run up to 20 miles.  Some distance days when I knew I had to run 15 or more miles (according to my running plan) I’d just go out and run till I either ran out of time or ran out of gas.  Then I’d come home, map it, and see how far I went.  I was really enjoying that process and thought of it as an “organic” approach to running, as the sport is lending itself to more and more gadgetry (GPS shoe chips, ipods, etc) — until I noticed that I kept finishing at 18.5 miles.  Realizing that I was falling just short of my 20 mile goal, which is kind of the pre-marathon max distance one conquers to prepare for 26.2, was starting to play mental games with me.  In an effort to stay as low-tech and high-fun as possible I found myself 1.5 miles too short 3 times in a row… and I began to doubt myself.   I firmly believe distance running is 90% mental and if I didn’t hit the 20-mile mark I was beginning to fear I wouldn’t be mentally prepared to go the distance in May.

So last week I broke down and bought a Garmin GPS watch.

And let me tell you… it ROCKS!!!  I took it for 2 runs last week, a 9-mile loop and a 20-mile out & back, and it’s really hard to not be obsessed with your pace!  I found it actually pushed me to run the 9-miler really strong and was almost like the running coach or partner I’ve never had and I loved it.  I thought it was a bit of a distraction for the longer run but it helped me get the job done, which was really all that mattered.

As I often find in life I think my distance running escapade made for a good metaphor when it comes to our relationship with Christ.  We go to church (our *distance* (or commitment) run of the week) and we hope that’s enough to help us stay in the race and cross the finish line – with the result a “gold medal” into Heaven.  But just going to church isn’t enough.  Look at my situation:  I was doing my weekly distance run.   Keeping things basic and uncomplicated.  And my running fell flat and I began to doubt myself.  I hadn’t done the homework to pre-plan my runs to make sure I was hitting 20 miles.  And I should have.  Also I’ve had a TON going on in my personal life and it’s cut into my cross-training time, which has hurt my running quite a bit.  Just going to church isn’t going to keep you on track and with God Monday through Saturday.  You’ve got to do your prep-work and spiritual cross-training.  Start with studying the Bible.  It’ll help you make better decisions when faced with things of this world.  And it’ll remind you that wordly things, such as lust, money & greed, aren’t important and help you appreciate your life exactly as it is and the many gifts God has already given you.

1 Tim 4:7-10 says, “Have nothing to do with godless myths and old wives’ tales; rather, train yourself to be godly. For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come. This is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance. That is why we labor and strive, because we have put our hope in the living God, who is the Savior of all people, and especially of those who believe.”

Put God in your daily GPS. His is a race we should all strive to win.

Run by faith,
Lindsay

Pour Some Sugar on Me

This past week my marathon training hit a major hiccup – I came down with the stomach flu.  And it rocked my world, hard.  Fever of 102*, and other unmentionables that I’ll omit from sharing with you.  Anyway, so I was completely on track for my weekly mileage goals AND had settled into a training plan that was actually reasonable (after admitting to myself that for a first-timer I should NOT be following a training plan called “Advanced 1”) and things were going good.  I replayed my weekend over and over in my mind trying to find out how or when my super-human immune system failed (that’s a joke for those who don’t know my humor) and I just couldn’t pin point what I’d done wrong.

I think messages (or in my case, BLARING SIGNS) from God to remind us of His strength in our small lives are something to appreciate.  Right when I was feeling super human, running twenty zillion miles per week and everything else, He put me back in my place.  Where I rightly belong, might I add.

While in the midst of my involuntary “cleanse” I started thinking a lot about my diet.

I already consider myself a pretty healthy eater, but post-illness after literally having eaten nothing but soup, crackers and gatorade for 54 straight hours I somehow actually feel better than pre-illness?  Sure, I still have some lingering effects of the virus but today aside from the occasional ache and minimal appetite I actually feel really, really good.  Weird, right?

I’m not pledging to go on some crazy diet.  I already make healthy choices a lot of the time.  But how I feel right now is how I want to feel all of the time – and if that means tweaking some things then that’s what I’m going to do.

I can’t control where life takes me.  Running twenty miles today doesn’t guarantee I’ll even wake up tomorrow and it certainly didn’t keep me from getting the flu.  But I can control what I feed my body so that when it runs twenty miles it runs them strong.  So that’s what I’m going to *try* to do.

Run (and eat!) by faith,

Lindsay

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