I have been in a complete writing slump this month. I've posted little things here and there, but nothing much. Nothing's wrong, I just haven't felt like writing. I really do plan to get
Abigail's post done this week - she's going to end up being my Woman of the Month!
I'm currently training for marathon #4. When I trained for my first marathon I purchased an online training plan. I have been able to reapply it with each new race and there have been changes made to the plan each time. This time there was a significant change - "Interval Tuesday." This is a very intense workout. The distance changes every week, but the idea is the same. Run 2 miles at an easy pace to warm up, then run the planned intervals. Today's intervals were 800 meters (about 1/2 mile) with 400 meters recovery jogs between each one. Repeat six times, then cool down with 1-2 miles. Try not to collapse before the final interval!
During my warm up miles this morning, I thought about the intervals of life. The intense times, times when you wonder if you can make it to the end of those 800 meters without your legs falling off. When we're in the middle of one of those times, it seems it will never end, but down the road we realize some things:
Some Miles Are the Warm Up
Not every step
of the journey is going to be filled with intensity. Gather strength
from those times. Putting in the study time and prayer time on the "easy" days will make the hard days better. I can't run the fast miles if I haven't run any miles. Consistency is key.
You Have to Ignore the Voice of Doubt
This is week 6 of training and each week I go into my intervals a little unsure. Can I hit those paces today? This morning was no exception. I ran 14 miles on Saturday and didn't feel completely recovered. None of us enjoy pain, we don't want to step out in faith and face failure, but we have to ignore the voice of doubt and listen to the
voice of truth. When my warm up miles were over, it was "go" time and I went! I ran my intervals in 4:00, 4:08, 3:59, 3:59, 4:23, and 4:10. They weren't perfect, but I never would have run any of them if I had listened to the voice of doubt.
Intervals Aren't Forever
Today's plan was to run
800 meters in 4 minutes. Those are LONG minutes! Really long
minutes. I don't speak from experience, but I think parenting must be a
lot like that. Those first weeks/months of little sleep with a baby who
depends on you for everything. Terrible twos, then all of the sudden
they're off to preschool. A little recovery jog and they're teenagers,
wanting to drive and driving you crazy! And in the blink of an eye
they're off to college. Those years don't last forever. Trials seem
like it when we're in them, but they don't last forever either.
Intervals Make You Stronger
I really am seeing a difference in my running. My "easy" pace is faster. I'm currently injury free. Yes, they hurt, but intervals are making me stronger. Yes, the hard times of life hurt, but we learn so much when we finish them. We are stronger, we have more sympathy, we have faith for the next interval!
If you're in an interval today, hang on! Your recovery time is coming. You'll come out of this stronger if you keep pressing on.
Press On
I was down in the valley of the shadow of death
Where the passion for life drained like blood from my chest
And it took more than my will just to take a step
When the compass of hope was gone
In a silence so black that I wished for the blues
Every desperate prayer seemed like Heaven refused
And some days I found faith meant just tyin' my shoes
And it was all I could do to press on
So press on me amigo, press on mon ami
Walk on in the face of the mystery...
Though the night hides the light
And the journey is long...
Lean on me, my dear friend and press on!
On the ocean so lonesome I was not left alone
Had some heavenly friends when my heart was a stone
And they carried my heartache and made it their own
When the current of sorrow was strong
(and one said) "I pray your memories will not drag you down
Not be anchors but treasures of the love that you've found"
And His kind words turned hurt into comfort somehow
And the wind in my sails to press on
So press on me amigo, press on mon ami
Walk on in the face of the mystery...
Though the night hides the light
And the journey is long...
Lean on me, my dear friend and press on!
Though the days seem like years...
There may be giants in our fears...
Ah, but they who are sowin' tears
They shall reap in joy
They shall run and leap for joy!
So press on me amigo, press on mon ami
Walk on in the face of the mystery...
Though the night hides the light
And the journey is long...
Lean on me, my dear friend and press on!