mindfirerunner

It was a busy day, preceded by a busy week. There’s always a lot going on, but compound that with planning travels and kids, and you get one tired girl. I’ve been wanting to write all week, but the days just kept slipping by. So now, as my chauffeur (a.k.a. husband) drives us home from work I finally take a deep breath and decompress from the week, lost in the transient music of Kings of Leon. All that’s missing is a nice glass of red to accompany the private world I’m in.

I sit mindlessly thinking of nothing and everything at the same time. All the while twirling my hair which I tend to do when I’m tired, but don’t notice until my husband says “You must be tired”. A quite drive home. Enough time to be lost in thought, and enough time to meditate on the sporadic moments of peace I find intermingled with my days.

I’m okay with being tired. I know I’m tired because I woke up early to crank out an eight mile run, just to see what my race pace might look like. Then, I made breakfast for my family, shuffled the kids off to school, and worked my tail off in a job I love. So I’m okay with being tired. I’d much rather be tired than bored or complacent. My reward is knowing that I’ve given all of myself to everything that I do, and that nice cup of hot tea in the morning sun after a good night’s rest.

My Post-Run Quiet Time

“Whether, then, you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all to the glory of God.”

1 Corinthians 10:31