My challenge with running has been in maintaining consistency, and work travel is what threw me off last spring. Progress was made from Achilles recovery into training, but travel picked up considerably in the spring and it threw off my strength training. I realized this weekend my focus had always been on the goal, and not on the process. I tell people, "I'm not a runner, but I want to run Boston." That doesn't happen. People who aren't runners don't qualify for the Boston Marathon. So now I'm a runner. I've been a runner for 3 days. This morning I ran on Bourbon Street and tomorrow I'll run at home in Orlando, Florida.
This morning I ran while others staggered on the streets. I chased the garbage truck for part of the route, then stumbled across a silhouette of Jesus as the words "The only easy day was yesterday" played in my head. It's a beautiful morning. It's a beautiful day. The new week starts now.