Because I am a runner and a writer...
My feet keep hitting the street, sometimes in a lovely cadence, sometimes merely to keep myself from falling flat on my face.
And I must not fall flat on my face, no matter what the cost.
I'm still training for my first 5k race in a few weeks. A race? Really? This body that has housed, grown and nursed five children answers back to me, "Girl, you are out of your ever-loving mind."
But it's a race and my inner competitive drive that lately has only emerged when trying to see who can get the kids to bed the fastest, is propelling me towards that starting line.
And it's uncomfortable. It's work. It's tiring.
But it's a race. I can do this, because He says that I can do all things.
Even race. A running race. With other people watching.
And not falling flat on my face is my main objective.
I am still in love with Lisa Jo's 5 Minute Friday! Wouldn't you like to join us? Just write for five minutes about the subject she chooses... no backtracking, over thinking. Then link up your post over at The Gypsy Mama.