Confession: I fell off the running wagon about two months ago. I've avoided any intentional exercise since that time. My excuses are many.
But today, I went to Emma's cross country meet and was inspired to return to the physcial exertion that brings me joy, that reminds me that I am alive, that fuels my low moments. The day was too beautiful, the air to crisp NOT to run.
And so before dinner tonight, I put on my running clothes and headed out. I'd been stiff and sore for a couple of days so I stretched indulgently, reveling in the way my muscles worked to get longer, lithe, limber. I jogged down the drive and out onto the road.
After about 6 minutes, I wanted to drop pace. Actually, I just wanted to walk. Surely walking was good exercise too, right?
This won't do, I told myself. And right then, I made a commitment. I'm going to run the entire distance. Whatever that distance is, I'm going to run the entire time. I don't have to run fast. I don't have to push a pace. I do have to run.
Because I can.
And I did.
Guess what? My legs felt great. The entire time.
I was challenged cardiovascularly. I guess that's to be expected. After two months of non-activity - neither yoga nor running. Ugh.
But as I ran, I was marveling at creation - at where grace exists, and how we are created with grace ingrained in our very muscle memory. How magnificent is it that after running diligently for a year and a half, I can take a two month hiatus and return without being punished, that my body will remember and return to its previous state.
It's an illustration of Grace - and somehow really unique because this kind of physical grace is created as part of our magnificent God-created selves. God made us and our bodies to be graced, graceful and grace-filled.
And Amen. God is good.