In May while I was out for a run, I started playing with the idea of training for a marathon. My last marathon was pre-mission, pre-patellar tendinitis (my knee caps have no/little cartilage), pre-broken leg, and pre-babies. Running long distances should be a thing of the past... right? As I toyed with the idea, I continued to run and I searched for races close by. It surprised me that most races are on Sundays, and there isn't one around the corner every other week. Man, I got spoiled in Utah.
The more I ran, the better I felt. Each run I made sure to wear my knee straps (or knee bras as I call them), and my knees don't feel inflamed, which has been my constant distance running stumbling block. I started waking up on my own about 5:30 am, ready to run. I was encouraged by my body's signals, and decided on a November race in Richmond, Virginia.
Training as a wife and mom is a whole different ball game. Gone are the days when I ran 15 miles and came home and slept for 2 hours. Gone are the days when I am 100% in charge of how much sleep I receive at night. Like everything in life, the things that are worthwhile require sacrifices. Its been an interesting juggle, and I am so grateful for a loving and supportive husband who gets the girls dressed and fed the mornings I'm gone.
I don't remember ever feeling more driven to run. Yesterday, I did a "halfway" loop. 13.1 miles. While running, I was reminded of something I learned from an Apostle. Elder Scott dissected
D&C 50:28-30 when he came to my mission. Paraphrasing him he said when we're in tune with the Holy Ghost, we ask God something, and it will be done. However, because we're in tune with the Holy Ghost, God implants the ideas in our minds to know what to ask for in the first place. Isn't that great? He, who knows all and loves us so purely and completely, gives us the ideas that will best benefit us!
Sometimes I get overwhelmed seeing all the great things the women in my life are doing, thinking I need to do so much more. I realized that their ideas to plan, create, parent, explore, love, and essentially LIVE were given to them much the same way my desire to run was given to me. When I look at my dining room wall, I wish I could receive that creative inspiration. But my wall and mind remain blank, with boxes of unpacked decorations and frames in the attic. Today my blank wall is a reminder to me to appreciate others' God given talents and drive to live their life the best they know how, and to live mine likewise.
Running has become so much more than a way to be fit. It is spiritual refinement. It is grasping a fraction of my God-given potential. I believe that following through on those bursts of inspiration, whether it be to stain the kitchen table, open a preschool or train for a marathon, bring us closest to God and to fulfilling our purpose here on earth.