Oh dear Lord, Please give me a change of heart. Help me through this afternoon. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.
0.87 + 3.13 miles
I’m drowning. I’m drowning in the list of things I’m trying to accomplish. I need a break. Mostly I need a break from being Mommy. Just for a few hours.
It was with these thoughts that I text my husband *My love, Just for planning purposes. What time do you think you’re going to be home?* Please say in one hour. His response: *7:00* *Really?* *ok* A couple more texts about where they were and so on. OK, so I was in for the long haul. It was Friday afternoon and I was totally spent. I just needed a little break. He was off work today and had scheduled a hunt with a new friend. I was frustrated because I wanted some time to myself too. But if there was a contest of who needed a break more, he wins today hands down. I didn’t want to begrudge him this opportunity to relax. I wasn’t upset that he was gone; I just needed to readjust. I knew I couldn’t do it on my own: Oh dear Lord, Please give me a change of heart. Help me through this afternoon. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.
My daughter wasn’t acting out or anything. In fact, she was being very well-behaved, but the house was a disaster, both the clean and dirty laundry were in huge piles, and I wanted to run, blog, and study. How was all of that going to get done on my own?
I took a deep breath. I was planning on moving my run to Saturday and doing a gym workout instead, but it was such a nice day and tomorrow was supposed to be breezy. I really wanted to run so I told my daughter I was going to run the home quarter. She said ok and she had plans of her own. Until there was some minor drama right before my run, with her claiming she had Nothing to do. So I asked her if she wanted to picture run too. She said she did and got changed.
I outfitted her with my old point-and-shoot. She was too cute.
I knew from past runs that she would not last too long. I don’t push her because she is only six. I want her to think running is fun and her little body doesn’t need to go great distances. So we sprinted from place to place; stopping here and there to take a few pictures. She had a great time. I took a bunch of pictures of her. I haven’t photographed her in a while because we have a ton of pictures of her. But I couldn’t resist my Mini-Picture-Runner.
She ran 0.87 miles before petering out. And afterwards, she was eager to get inside and work on the cardboard house she had been building before all this started. I went back out to continue my run. I figured the first 0.87 miles was the warm up. I took my pack, just in case, but I was fairly confident that I wouldn’t take another picture. I had taken a couple that I really liked while I was out with her. I didn’t want her to feel like she had missed out on the picture part of the run.
I ran 3 miles by doing my loops and loops around the house. It has some gentle terrain and it’s not a bad run. About 3.5 laps = 1 mile. And then I ran a little extra just so the total mileage today would be 4 miles. Longest run thus far. I was happy. When I walked back in the house, I saw the messes again. No big deal – Dinner smells fantastic. I got my run in. I saw the explosion of toys and paper snippings in my daughter’s room. It’s ok – We’ll clean tomorrow. I was Relaxed. I had had a great time with my little girl and gotten some alone time. It was just what I needed to reset. Praise the Lord! He softened my heart and helped me see what was truly important.
I looked through my own pictures first. And then, I thought I’d see what my daughter had taken pictures of. Most of them were blurry and of random blades of grass, but she got two that were pretty good. I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to let her shine. She went on a picture run; doesn’t she deserve her picture as The Picture? So, yes, this picture of our big red barn is hers. I edited it slightly because the point-and-shoot settings had over-exposed the image. I think the composition is good though and I’m proud of her.
My husband texted to tell me he was on his way home. I told him the house was a mess and it was going to be a mess when he got home. *Tomorrow is cleaning day. I promise.* (Usually, I really like for him to walk into a clean house. It just a thing of mine. He doesn’t mind, but I feel like it is important.) And he wrote back and said *That’s ok. I wasn’t doing any work today so you shouldn’t either.* Ahhh, that was exactly what I need to hear.