Saturdays are my long distance days as I train for a half marathon. According to my Smart Coach plan from Runner's World online, I was supposed to run nine miles today. I ran eight.
Eight miles of breezy blue skies dotted by puffy clouds.
Eight miles of prayer, scripture, and scattered thoughts.
Eight miles of boats in the bay, sandy beaches, and Saturday people.
I ran in new shoes and by mile five I could feel the blisters forming on my toes. I ran in a white visor that threatened to fly away as I topped the bridge. I ran in blue shorts that I thought were black when I left home.
In life as in running:
Sometimes a little less is good enough.
Blisters are the badge of fore ward movement.
The wind blows harder the higher you climb.
And the color of your shorts doesn't really matter
