Running in Freedom, and Doing My Best

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This week I did my first 3 mile run since hurting my ankle, and it wound up feeling good. I was nervous, as I almost always am before runs, but Glenn gave me a nice pep talk.

Sometimes I love Glenn’s pep talks. Sometimes I hate them.

This week’s pep talk was about doing my best. Glenn suggested not making any kind of time goal, but instead running my “best” throughout each run. Running my best looks different every day. My best during a long run would be a lot different than my best during a sprinting session, for example, but I can still be confident after each run, no matter what my time is, that I did my best.

The thought of doing my best was a little scary at first, but the more I thought about it the more fun and free it sounded.

I LOVE FREEDOM. In every sense. I believe freedom and love are the two biggest gifts God offers us. Not freedom in the “do what you want, nobody cares” sense, but a freedom that stirs your soul and cries for you to live the greatest life you are capable of living.  Freedom is one of the things I love most about America.  It’s something I will stand up for until the day I die, and something I am so grateful our forefathers fought for and our military continues to defend. FREEDOM.

THAT is what I have been wanting. The freedom of knowing I am doing my best and the grace to not be disappointed if my best wasn’t the fastest anyone has ever ran. Again I say, I LOVE freedom.  I want to be free in all aspects of my life, including my runs.

Here are my “Kristin running her best in freedom” stats for this week:

3 mile run, 105 degrees: 10:23 pace.

8 quarter-mile sprints, 95 degrees: 8:20 pace.

I hope I can continue living in this space and doing my best. And if we ever get the opportunity to run together, do me a favor and ask me at some point how it feels to be the best runner I can be.  I will either tell you it feels awesome, or your question will prompt me to run faster, knowing my best is yet to come.

May you be truly free today, my friends!


The Injury

Seven years of running has finally caught up to me. I am officially injured.

Why yes, that is a man’s belt wrapped around my foot. Glenn has been having fun coming up with clever ways to get the ice pack to stay on my ankle. Oh my.

It happened yesterday as I was forcing #3 to run exceptionally fast sprints with me through an exceptionally fun running trail in what has been an exceptionally beautiful week of 75 degree mornings here in Little Rock. It had rained earlier in the morning, so I was making sure to mind my steps and not jump onto a huge pile of wet leaves that would make me slip and hit my head. In minding the piles of wet leaves, apparently I did not mind the massive pinecones that were scattered all over the trail.

My entire foot and ankle somehow managed to bend behind and under my leg in a way that it certainly had never bent before. All of a sudden I couldn’t stand on my right ankle anymore. I crumbled to the ground like a pathetic heap and had no idea what to do. Thank goodness #3 was with me! We sat on the {wet and leafy} ground for a few minutes until it started feeling a bit better.

I am now limping around with an ankle the size of a small child’s head that has recently decided to bruise. It’s kind of annoying but also kind of cool because I feel like it’s a battle scar.

Running: Almost as Dangerous as MMA.

Have a lovely Thursday! My family has been in town this week and we are having all sorts of fun that I will surely share with you soon as soon as I have a minute to do anything besides eat or laugh.