There are really only two times when I love rain. I love rain in the summer because it cools everything down for a day or two. And, I love rain when I run.
I felt dismal when I woke up this morning. And then I looked out the window and saw that it was raining and felt downright depressed. I didn't wake up early enough to run or read my scriptures before the kids got up, which was frustrating because I desperately needed that rejuvenation.
It's hard for me to ask people for help. I try to do it only when absolutely necessary, but I didn't think this was one of those times when I could or should ask someone for help. But I worked up the courage to ask Saige to watch my three children (in addition to her own three), so I could run 4.5 miles and stay on my half marathon training schedule. I loved that I didn't have to elaborate on how I was feeling and why for her to know that I just really needed to run.
I dropped the kids off at Saige's house, then tried to find the first General Conference session on my iTouch, but it turns out that I did not successfully add it to my device. I was so mad. I kept praying that I could find where it was, but it just wasn't there. So I ran in silence, mist, rain, and autumn on the W&OD, which I had almost completely to myself. I prayed and pondered. I marveled at the beauty of the earth. I didn't I have any profound thoughts or revelations, but a silent, rainy, autumnal run was enough to feed my soul.
Thank you, Saige, for being my friend and giving me time to fill my well.
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