I was really getting into the feeling of fall around here – all for about a few days until the heat decided to come back again! It was nearly 95 degrees yesterday and today is not only hot, but super humid. What’s up?!
Heat and humidity always deter me from running outside. Like, I really just hate it and my pace goes out the window. But despite the humidity, I just really wanted to run today.
My running schedule doesn’t exist anymore, so I’ve been really inconsistent with how many times a week I run. I can tell that I’m kind of losing my mojo and this whole breathing nonsense isn’t making it any better. But I can do it. So out the door I went. Definitely wasn’t the best run ever, and about 2 miles in, I tripped and fell FLAT on my face.
Now, I trip a lot. I run in this wooded area where I trip at least 3-5 times each time I run there. But I’ve never actually fallen.
Ya got me, trails.
Of course, as soon as this happened, I was totally thrown for a loop. I was all in my head, trying not to think and just really de-stressing on this run. So I wasn’t really paying attention when it happened. And then suddenly I was on the ground. My right knee hit first, then my right elbow, and then my other knee. I had dirt all over and was bleeding right away. Fun.
My first instinct when I get hurt is always to cry. Yeah, I’m a girl. But I didn’t. I stood right up and immediately had thoughts of “I’ve gotta get back up again.” (And yes, this song of course popped into my head). I entertained the thought of walking the rest of the way for about 30 seconds, for fear that running would make my knee bleed down my leg or something nasty. But then I just kept going. I only had a mile left. I chose not to look at my knee but more than a glance until I was done because seeing myself bleed always makes it hurt more than it actually does.
But before I was done with my run, I started thinking, Why did this happen to me today? K, I know that falling and scraping your knee is not the worst thing that can happen in the world. I’m not trying to be dramatic. But I couldn’t help but take this small blunder to my knee & ego as a message for something bigger.
When I got back up and made the decision to run the rest of the way, I ran faster. Tripping & falling actually made me want to give my all, more so than on the first two miles of my run. And this same thing can occur in any life circumstances. It’s easy to let silly things knock me down and keep me down, than to rise back up and go after whatever it is that I’m working towards with more zest. Often times, I let thinks keep me down because I believe that’s where I’m at. But in reality, I have the opportunity to change where I am at any given point. I just have to get back up.
Something I’m also learning more about lately is that bad, inconvenient, or difficult things can all have a reason. I try not to question what God is doing, but of course, sometimes I wonder and I think How can this be the best thing for me? I’ve seen Him do a lot of good out a lot of hurt and difficulty before, so I trust that He is good. But at times, it’s easy to rely on my own limited, human mindset and wonder what the point of pain or struggle really is.
Just like in that last mile I ran today, my pain helped me finish stronger than if I had not fallen down at all.
Questions for You:
- What hurt are you questioning now? Is there any good you can see coming from it?
- Let’s talk skinned knees: ever had a bad one? I’ve had way worse, so this is luckily not too bad!