I’m definitely glad that I decided to just give in and re-run Week 3. I don’t know that I had it in me yesterday to run Week 4 – there’s not a major difference, but enough that I didn’t think I would have made it. I’ve been pretty bummed out lately – after the Going the Distance for Gabby race that I did this past weekend, I found out on Wednesday about the death of a 7 month old little boy belonging to very very dear friends of ours. Its been one of those weeks that you just wish you could pretend never happened. Needless to say, I wasn’t really in a running mood last night.
That said, I decided to try and old routine that I had – we’re not uber-religious, so we don’t attend church very often. I’d say we go for the major holidays, and then every once in a while when I get a bug in my butt to go. Aside from that, we don’t. We’re just starting to really teach Liam about God and Jesus and all of that, so we’ll likely go more as he gets older, but right now we go when its convenient. Anyway, I used to use my running time as prayer time – get everything off of my chest as I ran. Most of the time, people aren’t outside in the dark when I’m running, so if I accidentally start talking out loud, no one will be inclined to think I’m crazier than they already do. Its a win-win, really. That helped at least a little bit – I was able to really think about what’s been bugging me lately, and sort of get it all out there in the open. It is what it is, but it was nice to be able to feel like I was discussing it with the Big Guy. Its something I might try and start up again – while I find church to be stressful and often angering, I find prayer to be calming and serene. Add to that the fact that I’m pounding off stress by slamming into the pavement, and you’d expect to see me almost floating home surrounded by a peaceful calm. I’ll take it!