Marathon Log.13. Miles logged: 2

Two measly miles.  That's all that I could manage on what still is a frustrating battle with my uncooperative leg.  Oh but this time it was an all new pain--it was sharp and not that dull pain that I had before.  The pain this time made me wish for the old pain again. Yeesh.

With all my marathon ventures (especially my injury) comes a steady stream of advice from family, friends, and all those genuniely concerned..."You should_____, Sherise"  My typical response? "I know, I know..."

I know this isn't a piece of cake.  I know that our bodies are not meant to pound pavement for such great a distance.  I know I'm not the poster child for marathon training.  I know this is slightly absurd.  I know that I could stop at any time.

And believe me, I want to stop. 

Yet I'm realizing that these things take time.  I find sometimes that I often make these rash decisions that prevent me from seeing the beauty that awaits those who are patient.  This past week I had a student come into my office for what I thought would be a typical check-in (note to self: never assume this).  I was prepared with my spiel until I realized that the student was starting to cry.  Oopsies.  And I was ready to send her along her merry way!  The worse thing is, I made the same mistake the second time she came in (thank goodness for a box of Kleenex in my office). 

The student was privately dealing with an intense emotional pain.  And though she did not disclose, I guessed what it was and realized--God placed me her way for a specific purpose.  And for reasons unexplainable she said she felt better from talking with me.  And me in my hurriedness would have missed out.

So before I call it quits, I ask for grace to wait this out.     

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