I can always tell what condition my heart is in when I set out for a run. Before I even lace up my cloud blue Mizunos or click my Garmin tracker, I know if I'm about to have a good run.
Good runs, runs that I'm mentally and physically prepared for, begin with a bout of excitement and calm breaths. But those bad runs? They start off-tempo and breathless. When I'm in good running shape and experience a bad run I can know it's pointing to a deeper source. Just last week I set out for a 3-miler, which at this stage in my training is almost like a warm-up. By the first 0.5 miles I couldn't align my breathing with my pace. I knew something was wrong.
As I struggled through I began listening to my thoughts (funny concept, right?) and realized what was consuming my mind was interrupting me physically. My thoughts kept circling back to a situation that was making me nervous and causing me anxiety. In my heart I wanted to control the outcome of this situation. As I reflected on the anxiety I realized how much running points to the heart of the matter for me.
Instead of going the full 3 miles I turned the corner a few blocks early and stopped my run at 2.4 miles. Struggling through the front door, I proceeded straight upstairs to my bedroom floor where I just laid down - none of this is good running practice by the way - but as I laid on my floor I took one big sigh and whispered, "I give this to you, Lord." I felt my anxiety quell and my breathing ease. I realized that my determination to control any situation in my life was not going to get me very far.
The cool thing about this whole experience is that once I relinquished control to the Sovereign One I was then able to run one of my very best runs all year the next day and an even better run the next week at 7.25 miles. It always amazes me to see where God will invade our lives when we let Him. Even if we think its just a standard ole run, He has more in store.