I can't jog a full thirty minutes straight yet. Infact, this week was the first time I'd run for more than 2 minutes straight in probably 20 years. But, I ran 3 straight minutes and I LIKED it!
Here's what goes through my head when I'm jogging:
First I praise Jesus because I'm fearfully and wonderfully made.
Then I ask His Spirit to fill me with determination and focus.
I try to keep my shoulders back.
I look at my feet a lot to make sure my toes are pointed straight. I'm a little fearful that I may trip over one foot and take a fall worthy of a commercial break teaser on The Biggest Loser(slow motion and everything).
I try to breath in through my nose and out through my mouth. That keeps my breathing steady and keeps me from hyperventilating and crying in front of people while inhaling loud breaths and exhaling loud groaning noises. Which has happened before.
I look at the time and it's only been a minute so I decide to stop looking at the time.
At about minute 15 my legs are burning and I think about how awesome that feels.
I think about lunch.
I think about mean coaches from my past that I've forgiven but it's still motivating to think about if they walked in the gym and saw me running, I would wave and smile. Or maybe stick my tongue out or make "coarse jesters". Ok I need to work on that forgiveness thing.
I think about the sweat that dripping onto my mouth and watch it spray when I breathe out.
I wonder if my footsteps are really loud on the treadmill.
I secretly wish someone would walk up and tell me I'm doing a great job.
I think about Dalton and hope he's not screaming because I want to get in the sauna after I'm done running.
I think about how lucky I am to be there.
I think about how it's ok to be proud of myself for finishing.
I think about how awesome I feel when I wipe sweat off my face with my t-shirt.
I remind myself I'm not doing it for anyone but myself and that this time is a time devoted completely to Jesus and Worship.
I wonder if I'm breathing too loud.
Have a great weekend.