I had every intention of hitting the training heavier this week, or at least with more consistency. However, mother nature decided to get nasty with me and has hit me with a nasty case of allergies.
I feel completely drained, sore throat, headache, and pretty much yucky all over. Not conducive to working out by any stretch of the imagination. And truthfully, having nothing on the schedule till October makes my motivation a bit underwhelming.
If there is ever a time to run in Houston, this is it. Perfect temps, low humidity, (usually), and longer sunny days. Yet, the double edged sword has revealed itself in the form of pollen. Lots of it.
I am flirting with the idea of a race on July 1st, a possible 50 miler at midnight. This breaks two newly established rules for me:
1. No racing after May 1
2. No midnight races.
Rules are made to be broken, right?
I've been struggling a bit this week with my continued "retreat high" that I hoped to hold onto a bit longer. I believe this is why the Saints are saints, and I am yet to be one. Is my faith so little, so weak, that in the slightest physical discomfort or tiniest inconveniences I become frustrated, irritated, and not so pleasant to be around? Is this how I show Him that I love Him? That I am so blessed that He loves me? I think not.
Today, I found myself yearning to spend time with Him and in His word. Of course, the scriptures I read were exactly what I needed to hear today. Funny how that works, eh?
I am focusing my heart on Him. My eyes on His. Maybe I'll even make a bit of progress along the way.
Tomorrow being the Feast of the Annunciation is perfectly planned. Because of her Fiat, we have a Savior. Lord, let me allow you to do your will in my life. Break that willful spirit that gets in my way so much of the time. Help me to relinquish the grip I tend to hold tightly to those things that belong to you anyway. I am such a poor example of faith at times. Overcome me, Lord. Overcome me.