a turtle on the trail
Saturday, June 07, 2008
I had a great running and walking workout yesterday - ran about 5k and was totally smoked, walked a nice long while and then did one last half mile. I was SO tired, but still managed that last half mile at a little over 4 minutes. That pace is quite an improvement for me - and I'm certain that the kettlebells have everything to do my legs carrying me that long - and that my yoga kept the oxygen flowing. This also was a trail run - and I am not a lover of uneven terrain. If the flat track had been in the shade, I definitely would've stayed there.
Anyway, it was a rough start - it takes me a while to get my breathing and pacing down since I am not truly a runner. I have committed to running once a week this month, and this is truly a personal challenge. As I was running, I kept passing a beautiful turtle. The first time it was right on the edge of the path. The next time nearly across. The next time hidden in the grass. The next time further along in the grass. I found myself searching for it to check its progress, and was reminded, of course, of one of my favorite words of encouragement to others - that slow and steady does indeed win the race. I am not the fastest runner out there, but I can keep plodding along and get where I am going. The same is true of healthy eating - not sprint cycles of binging and dieting, but rather plodding along and making better choices each day.
Later, doing my homework for Bible study (Beth Moore's Believing God), I was struck again by the virtues of the turtle's pace. In my spritual life, starting and stopping doesn't propel me deeper and farther like consistent, every day action does.
God met me on the trail yesterday, from the smell of honeysuckle to the sight of the turtle. I am thankful, and encouraged to keep plodding along.