I actually managed to easily pull myself out of bed this morning for this week's long run (shocking! I know!) but a phone call cut my 16-mile run short at 11.54 miles.
Running has taught me to be strong.
Running has taught me to have faith.
My personality compels me to believe all will work out.
But today I am full of so many doubts as certain circumstances in my life seem out of control with no positive outcome possible. I am at a complete loss and every fiber of my being wants to correct this "wrong" and make it right but I don't even know what the "wrong" is. I am sorry I can't go into more details, and you really wouldn't want to hear them, but as I shed tears and type I am trying to formulate a plan on how to tackle this hurdle.
I did the difficult. I spoke my mind to those who should hear it. I said the things that matter to those who are important to me. And I need to remember I do believe in a stronger being and to keep faith.
And am I upset about my run being cut short? Yes and no. I wanted the 16.1 miles for day 161 of my running streak but there will be time to run later. And I will run 44 miles this week....one way or another. I may get knocked down but I won't stay down!