This week marks halfway through the marathon training.
I've run approx. 170 miles in 8 weeks.
I hit a wall this past Saturday when my "Marathon Rookie" calendar told me to run 14 miles.
I ran until my legs felt like concrete blocks.
I ran with a pocket knife in my hand because of Chelsea King.
I ran until my sports bra rubbed me so raw that I bled.
I ran till I cried.
I'm not tough.
I'm not crazy.
Jesus meets me out there, when I'm at my weakest...
and He meets me here when I rest.
I'm thinking this is one of those "all things through Christ who strengthens me" lessons...
Strengthen me Lord!