Running on Empty

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There are days when you glide across eight miles; and there are days when you can’t fight your way out of a bag of Cheetos. And to the folks at Glutino, for providing gluten-free Oreos for Celiacs, I love you and hate you.

The day before Easter, I had a fantastic eight-mile run. My son went with me on his bike, and he talked the entire time. His narration was so intriguing, the time just flew by. He promised to record something for my iPod (for the marathon).

 By Monday, I was ready to burn off Easter’s marshmallow salad. It was just me this time—nary a tractor in sight. I didn’t even see my deer. It was eighty minutes of joy and praise as the sun rose.

Then Tuesday happened. It was a frustrating day full of technical and emotional difficulties (thus the Cheetos). Finally, I scrapped my to-do list and took the kids to the park. I sat in the sun, frantically pushing pencil to paper, while devouring a bag of gummi bears. The kids raced and climbed their hearts out, and I slogged my way through my own personal Schwarzwald. By the time we left the park, the kids and I felt better.

Some days, my runs are fueled with gladness. Other days, my runs are fueled with anger. And that’s okay. I can take my frustration, my worries, my fears, and litter the track with them, because God will pick them up.

By the end of eight miles, the dark fuel is gone, and I am left only with contentedness.

As long as you are breathing, there is something in the tank. Whether it is anger and worry, or joy and praise, there is something inside to keep you going. The important thing is to release the negative and cling to the positive.

After all, you are never really running on empty.

Stats:

Miles: Saturday 8, Monday 8.5, Tuesday 1,000 (mental), Wednesday 8

Weather: aahhh…spring! Sunshine and upper 50s

Wildlife: I saw at least 5 tractors today and 2 jackrabbits. By taking a new route, I discovered a large group of deer.

Overall feeling: Today I achieved “flow,” which means you are so focused on running you don’t realize you are running until you are done running. Although, I have to admit, the first two miles were filled with aches and pains. I kept ignoring them until they went away. Now, where’s my ibuprofen?

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2 responses »

  1. Very good…the flow is the best place to be…you are the runner and the running…all united. I love seeing how much you have progressed, 8.5 miles is more than impressive, Keri girl. Send me a picture of your legs, I bet there isn’t a bit of fat on them.

    I saw a box of gluten free cake mix in the store a few days ago. It is made with rice flour. I will have to try it. I know the people in the middle east and India use rice flour sometimes for cookies and a type of bread.

    Hey, are any of those tractors John Deere by any chance? It would make Russ and Alan happy thinking about your running past a tractor that they may have produced in their factory.

    We just came back from a brisk 45 minute walk. The wind was horrid and it knotted my hair. I thought about your deer but I don’t expect to see one in our neighborhood. Stay in the flow.

  2. I just looked back at the mileage on my old posts–it has increased a little:) And I no longer have to think about my breathing–it just takes care of itself.

    My legs are looking pretty good, though they’re by no means fat-free. I wonder what they’ll look like by July? I should take a picture–I love those before & after photos!

    Gluten free cake mix is a gamble, as some are great, and others…not so much. I’ve only found one brand where I can lick the batter without gagging, 1-2-3 Gluten-Free is the brand name. It’s heavy though–I think it uses an entire stick of butter and 6 eggs. However, one thin slice fills you up. Mike calls it “lembas” (the elvish way bread from lord of the rings).

    I love cultures that use rice flour for breads! I’ve got some Indian cookbooks now. The hard part is finding ingredients here.

    Sometimes I do see John Deere tractors. One guy has a John Deere, and he drives around with his long-haired Dachshund next to him. I’ll pay more attention on my runs and see if I can determine tractor types. I also want to bring my camera on one of my runs–to give you an idea of what it looks like in Franconia.

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