I did regular running tonight instead of the stairs. Yesterday was sort of a shitty day, preceded by a confusing weekend so I said, "To hell with exercising" and didn't do anything at all Monday. But today I wanted to run.
I started at a pretty fast pace right out of the door and kept it up to the end. Before I reached the half mile point, I was grinning. Something about the run washed all my frustrations away and I felt joy in doing it. Might sound odd, but it felt like I was worshiping God.
When I got back home, I retraced my route with my car to see my exact mileage. I ended up running a hard 2.2 miles. I didn't jog it, I actually ran it. And on the way home I ran another mile at the same speed. My legs weren't even tired afterward. All those stairs made them tougher. My lungs, though, were in pain. So I am going to run the rest of this week to get my lungs up to speed with the rest of me.
But back to the spiritual thing. While I was retracing my route, I almost cried out of sheer thankfulness for the run. The whole experience was....beautiful. It reminds me of reading good poetry. Something about it was exactly what I needed...
God gave me a good run.
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