when your plans run amok: half marathon training check-in

half marathon training

Yesterday I actually made it out for a MORNING run.  My SECOND run of the week, in fact.  I know – that probably doesn’t seem like a big deal.  But things have not been going as planned with my training.  Finding the time to get in my miles with two littles to take care of has been way more difficult than I was expecting, and I was expecting it to be pretty hard!

It’s funny.  You can do all the planning, read up on training schedules, write down the miles on the calendar, figure out how you’ll work it into your day… But life has other plans.  God might just have other plans.

VAST QUANTITIES OF TIME AND ENERGY ARE WASTED IN OBSESSIVE PLANNING.  WHEN YOU LET ME DIRECT YOUR STEPS, YOU ARE SET FREE TO ENJOY ME AND TO FIND WHAT I HAVE PREPARED FOR YOU THIS DAY.
Jesus Calling

We have this day, this moment.  Not scheduling every second or not trying to anticipate every possible problem allows God to step in.

I recognize the need for setting priorities and not letting myself, my life, get lost in caring for my babies.  However, there’s also something to be said for being still.  Things happen.  Babies get sick or stay up all night or have poop explosions all over their clothes and living room furniture.  Life gets in the way of our grand plans all of the time.  I don’t think we should feel guilty or punish ourselves for that fact.  It’s in those messed up moments that God has a chance to shine, to show us a new way, to draw our focus to something more important, to light another step on our path.

LET THE MORNING BRING ME WORD OF YOUR UNFAILING LOVE, FOR I HAVE PUT MY TRUST IN YOU.  SHOW ME THE WAY I SHOULD GO, FOR TO YOU I LIFT UP MY SOUL.
PSALM 143:8

I’m praying this one a lot lately, with so much up in the air.  I have a terrible habit of feeling like I’m not doing enough – like, all the time.  This usually leaves me feeling like I’m flailing around through life, not knowing which end is up, not doing my best at anything and doing pretty crappy at a lot of things.

God and I are working on it.  Well, He’s working on it.  I don’t think I’m capable of re-wiring my brain as completely as He is.

I have only been able to do 2 or 3 miles at a time.  It’s okay.  I’m not worried about the race because I know I’ll finish one way or another.  Is training going how I wanted it to or how I thought it would?  No.  Will I keep trying to do better each day to get closer to where I should be?  Yes.

I’d call that a win.  And the best part is, when I’m able to get up in the morning for a run, it’s still and quiet enough for God to run with me.