Journey to Bethlehem: Day 2
So today I really didn't want to run. After the 5 miles yesterday, my legs were tired. Then I had a full day today as Wednesdays are one of my crazy days at the church. I had an afternoon full of 5th and 6th graders. And Taco Bell for dinner. So no, I didn't really want to run.
But I had 75 miles to go before Christmas. So I put it off as long as I could, then changed into running clothes and went to the gym. I'm not gonna lie - I was hoping the fitness center at my apartment was closed when I went over there. I know it closes but I couldn't remember if it was 10 or 11 when it did. It's 11. I went at 10:15 so I got in no problem.
And I ran. I didn't run fast. I set a nice easy pace of a 10:30 mile on the treadmill (who would have thought I would say that was an easy pace), and went for it. And I ended up going farther than I planned, because once I got started it felt good to move, and I figured I might as well keep going.
I can imagine feeling that way in the desert. I was thinking today about how long Mary and Joseph probably took to travel the 80 miles to Bethlehem. I mean, at 30 minutes per mile, that's 40 hours of walking. So at least a few days. I was thinking yesterday as I was running that in some ways walking across a dessert has to be a little like running on a treadmill - the scenery doesn't change much. I wonder if it was hard for them to get motivated in the morning for more walking. But they had somewhere to go (which is a significant difference from the treadmill).
At any rate, I conquered my lack of motivation for today, and the good news is that tomorrow is a much less crazy day. 9 miles down, 71 to go.
But I had 75 miles to go before Christmas. So I put it off as long as I could, then changed into running clothes and went to the gym. I'm not gonna lie - I was hoping the fitness center at my apartment was closed when I went over there. I know it closes but I couldn't remember if it was 10 or 11 when it did. It's 11. I went at 10:15 so I got in no problem.
And I ran. I didn't run fast. I set a nice easy pace of a 10:30 mile on the treadmill (who would have thought I would say that was an easy pace), and went for it. And I ended up going farther than I planned, because once I got started it felt good to move, and I figured I might as well keep going.
I can imagine feeling that way in the desert. I was thinking today about how long Mary and Joseph probably took to travel the 80 miles to Bethlehem. I mean, at 30 minutes per mile, that's 40 hours of walking. So at least a few days. I was thinking yesterday as I was running that in some ways walking across a dessert has to be a little like running on a treadmill - the scenery doesn't change much. I wonder if it was hard for them to get motivated in the morning for more walking. But they had somewhere to go (which is a significant difference from the treadmill).
At any rate, I conquered my lack of motivation for today, and the good news is that tomorrow is a much less crazy day. 9 miles down, 71 to go.
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