As a type A, control “enthusiast”, OCD, type personality everything in our home
has needs a place.
In a matter of seconds a mess on the floor or un-organization can not only cause my eye to start twitching, but it can send me off on a cleaning binge that may last for hours on end.
How have I survived having children? You ask. Well, a whole lot of Jesus and learning sometimes I just have to let go.
Since “becoming a runner” I have started collecting finisher medals. There was that crazy time that I actually placed in a 5K, my first half marathon and most recently finishing the summer night racing series. Three medals in 4 months with plans for more on the way. I didn’t want to display them in the living room. But I did want to figure out a way to show my hard work and simultaneously keep me motivated.
Such a good and true reminder. When I look at my medals it isn’t necessarily the miles I ran on that race that I think of. I am reminded of each mile that I logged, each session at the gym, and each morning that I woke up at 4:30 like a crazy person to get me to the place where I could run that race.
Every mile matters, every mile counts.
So thankful for an outlet, a healthier lifestyle and the growth God has brought me through the gift of running.