I took yesterday off from my jog. It stormed when I would've run anyway. Today I did 2 sections plus 110 steps, almost another complete section. On one section I was thinking about things and went to almost 120 steps! And as I approached another I looked ahead and prepped myself by saying, "Jog one, jog two, plus 180." 180????????!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah, that's what I said to myself!
Sometimes I wonder why I do this because, honestly, I don't like the process of jogging and I definitely don't like sweating. What I like are the results of jogging and of pushing myself (gently) beyond what I think I'm capable of. Clearly, I'm meant to continue jogging and not stop. Maybe I'll even expand beyond 3.1 miles when these three 5Ks are over (but you didn't hear that from me! Not yet, anyway!)
Unrelated to that, I was at my mom and dad's house and decided to see what was in their fridge. Today is a liquid day for me with one solid meal, which I already had. But I was hungry. There was a bucket of KFC chicken and (this all happened in less than a second) I fully intended to get a piece. Just as quickly as I made that decision, I smelled it. Even though it wasn't rotten, the smell just...got to me. And I heard a voice say, "No, you won't."
So I didn't. But I'm still hungry. Matthew West is on the radio right now singing The Motions, one of the songs that helped me through my 20-day fast. I have a line from that song on one of my workout T-shirts, "I don't want to spend my whole life asking, 'What if I had given everything?' instead of going through the motions."
Help me continue to resist, God.