The first step out of the door was nothing but joy: not too chilly, not too rainy, not too windy.
That quickly changed after a mile into my run. Sometime between .5 and .75 miles, I had accidentally switched my Garmin to an unknown language, run through so much slush my knees down were soaked and cold, had been misted on to the point of my hair dripping with water and my top looking as if I had just put it through the washer, and to finish off the first mile, promptly fell on a lovely slick, slush covered metal bit on the sidewalk.
I was able to laugh it all off through it but looking back I know it was just prayer that kept my head in the right place, anger, frustration, and tears could have easily come, however they didn’t because of Christ.
I have had some weird Saturday morning runs but last week’s definitely takes the cake. I have run in terrible downpours, extreme heat, and snow, however never that horrible of slush and spitting rain. Let me tell you it was not pleasant.
However, that being said, on days like last Saturday I just have to remember I am blessed from the mere fact I can run. My legs work and I have the blessing and opportunity to run almost daily.
So with that being said, I will try to remain positive in all tough running situations.