Okay, at five this morning when the alarm went off I wanted desperately to take the alarm clock and launch it like Peyton Manning in a football game. Running wasn't on my agenda this morning when I was curled next to my husband sleeping snuggly wrapped in all the covers (yes, I am a cover hog). No matter how I felt when that alarm went off I had to go. I had made a commitment not just to myself but to others, not to mention I actually told many people that I was running a marathon in December. If I didn't get up and run no matter how many times I recited "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" I wouldn't be ready to run the miles needed to complete the marathon. But really I wanted to just rest.
Yes my legs were... stratch that... are tired and my feet are a little sore but I know that I have to keep going. Jenn (the best running buddy on earth) has told me after week two you hit a wall. Great....I thought I hit a wall already when I wanted to quit running on Monday, but she urged me on. This will probably be a mountain. I have a seven mile run on Saturday. Seven miles sounds like forever right now but soon that will be just a small step taken toward my goal.