I had a bad run yesterday.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had a running experience so miserable. It was hotter outside than I had anticipated and my stomach felt nauseous. The awareness of these things seemed to cause a ripple effect in me. I felt like dead weight running down the street. It became a huge effort just putting one foot in front of the other. I could feel every little pain. My shoulders were tight and my collar bone hurt.
I ended up walking for about a 1/4 of a mile…I can’t remember the last time I’ve been forced to stop and walk. As I walked along, I kept wishing I’d brought my cell phone so I could call my husband to come pick me up. Since that option was not available, I kept hoping my neighbor would happen to drive by and I could ask for a lift back home.
As I approached my house and began to see the light at the end of my misery, I started thinking about the bad versus good we experience throughout our lives. I’ve had bad days and good days. I’ve had difficult seasons and easy seasons, I’ve had great jobs and miserable jobs. I’ve had runs where I’ve felt like Forrest Gump running effortlessly across the country and… I’ve had runs like yesterday.
The bad always helps me to appreciate the good.
The bad can be a wake-up call to not take things in our life for granted.
As much as I hate bad runs, I am thankful for this reminder.