Good morning lovelies! Had a good workout at the gym this morning. Sara worked us hard but when I got home I still had a bit left in my legs so I went for a short run. The glow of the rising sun was breaking the blue waters of the sky. The air was crisp. I had my running shoes on. The run was calling me, tugging hard. Here's the thing. I love my gym workouts but that's what they are, workouts. The lights are bright and blaring. The mirrors shout at you about the shape you are in, about how much effort you put into each exercise, about your form. There's constant comparing of yourself to everyone else. And yet, I always feel good when I leave the gym. So different from getting outside and going for a run. Running by myself is spiritual. It's just me. Not really though. The birds are chirping their morning song, cheering on the sunrise. There's rabbits and deer and squirrels. There's God speaking to my soul.
And so after a tough gym workout I always try to find a bit more in my legs. Why would I ever want to miss all that.
And.....when I get back home, well...there's coffee.
Peace my friends.
