I woke up this morning,
with every intention of running.
New shoes,
new day.
I drank a glass of water
and inhaled a clif bar.
I started running.
Downtown Fishers
ran passed me the other way.
I ran North to 126th street.
I was headed west,
towards home.
If anyone has driven on that road,
it's very hilly.
Sometimes, at night,
on my way home,
I slow down because
I have no idea what could be
at the bottom of those hills.
Before turning onto 126th street,
I had already ran 2.5 miles.
I figured I'd stop at 3.
I really wished I could make it home.
Without stopping.
I kept running.
I changed my Pandora Radio station
to my Christian station.
I can't even remember the song
that was playing that made me feel so,
alive.
I wasn't running anymore.
I was flying.
I was breathing grace
and mercy.
My body did something
I've never done before
while jogging.
My hand shot up in the air
because of the overwhelming
sense of awe I felt in that moment.
126th street has no sidewalk.
Cars had to drive around me.
Most were probably wondering
why some girl was out running
on a "sidewalk-less" street
with both of her hands held high
in the air
mouthing words of a song
that they couldn't make out.
Suddenly I knew that I could keep going.
I looked at the street I was on;
how hilly it was.
Uphill was hard.
Especially with the sun beating
down on my neck.
The downhills were easy,
a breeze and in the shade.
I realized that 126th street
is much like my life.
Everyday,
I getting a little closer to home.
With my creator is where I belong.
So therefore,
I am running.
Arriving home, I had ran 3.76 miles,
without stopping.
A new personal record
of all time for me.
Sometimes life is hard.
And sometimes we go downhill.
But either way,
as long as I stay on the right road,
I am not alone.
I will get to the end.
All I have to do is
keep running.
If I go uphill,
God will give me the strength.
And if I go downhill,
He will dance with me.
I'll make it home one day.
Until then,
I'll keep running.
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