Yesterday, I ran 13.1 miles . . . on purpose.
Yesterday, I was full of complaints . . . how my IT Band ached, how my knees felt like they wouldn't bend even one more time . . . how I was going to throw my stupid running shoes in the garbage can when I got home - what had I ever been thinking?!
But today - the only thing I will throw in the garbage is all my complaints.
How BLESSED am I to have a body that can run 13.1 miles?
Sure - I felt like I needed to throw up after it was all done, but I still did it, didn't I?
Sure - after 8 miles I wanted it to be over, but I kept going, didn't I?
Sure - I couldn't walk when I woke up this morning, but I still got out of bed, didn't I?
Why?
Why do I run (a good friend asked today)?
Because I can.
Because I still have breath in my body and spring in my step.
Because someday I may have to admit that I can't anymore and I don't want to look back and regret one moment.
Because I can.
Thank you, God, for all the "cans" in my life.
