The run that fed my soul

posted on: Tuesday, March 31, 2015

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Sometimes I wonder why we have to have bad days. I mean, I know why, they make the good so much better. How would we know the difference between the good and bad days if not for the bad ones? Blah blah blah. I don’t like the bad days, but who does?

Today was rough and full of anxiety and worry. I have had many days recently with my nerves wound so tight and so tense, that I have realized at times that I wasn’t breathing completely in and out all the way. Nothing huge, really. Just a lot of different things. After venting to some friends about my day, I was encouraged to get outside on this gorgeous evening. I felt the urge, so I laced up my sneakers, not wanting to let this gorgeous day go by without experiencing my own little piece of it.

Tonight, I enjoyed the most beautiful, joyful run and I wouldn’t have even laced up my sneakers if it weren’t for the rough day I had. I had a moment tonight where I just knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be, listening to exactly what I was meant to listen to at that exact moment. I took a different turn than I normally take and ran into one of my favorite people and listened to an amazing sermon that brought me to tears and begged the question, “Why do I let fear and worry ruin my life?” It’s silly, is what it is.

Again, none of this would have even been realized if it had not been for my rough day. And so, I am thankful today was rough, because it brought me to a place I absolutely needed to be at exactly the right time.