Walk, run, walk, run.......

I have been on a short  computer break.  Except for basic emails, I have avoided all things computer.  For the past three weeks, my household has been plagued by illness.  Rhinovirus, sinus infections, DOUBLE ear infections, bronchitis,  fevers, fatigue etc.  We are all three now on antibiotics. 

I feel better.  The baby is better.  Now my hubby is sick.  He went off to drill this past weekend, and of course came home ill.  

As I reflect on the last few weeks, I feel rather manic. I have roller coasted all over the spectrum.   I have been distracted,  flaky, dazed, irritable, even dizzy.  I have been chilled and sweaty.  I have been nauseated(antibiotic) and starving.   My recliner is worn where I feel like I atrophied away. I did lose a few pounds.  Chores were skipped.  Naps were plentiful.  Yesterday, I was finally energized enough to clean.  And clean I did!  Furiously! I'm still cleaning today.  Like I said, very manic.  

I even went running today, sorta......My first 5k is coming up this Saturday.  FIRST ever.  I have been training for this run since January. Obviously I haven't been running in three weeks.   I have started over on the training at least three times.  Illness, travel, weather.....those are all my excuses.  While sitting in my recliner with my big blanket watching my muscles disappear , it was easy to be discouraged by the turn of events.  So easy in fact, that I briefly entertained the idea to skip the run and just waste my $25 that I already paid.  What?!!  I couldn't do that!!   Could I? Of course not!!

I say all this (whine and cheese), in order to say, that while I was sick, I was thinking.  I'm always thinking.  I was thinking about Paul in prison, about the disciples in the days after Jesus was crucified, about the conditions they must have lived in.  I was thinking about their "races". I was thinking about Moses.  I was thinking about perseverance even when you know how the race is going to end.  I was thinking about my running water and my fridge and  my modern day conveniences.  I was even thinking about the miracle of antibiotics.  Does any of this make any sense?  I don't know, But I will finish the race.  I will find joy in the running.  I will be thankful for my circumstances.  I will walk a little, run a little, walk, run, walk, run........all the way to the end.  I will finish and when my race is completed, I will be different.