the greatest thing to ever happen to my running

Last weekend I ran six miles.

I woke up early because I had a busy day and got out the door.
Approximately seven minutes into my run I felt very dehydrated. And it was hot. It was 9:00 am and already 70 degrees.  Normally I run in the evening and have all day to hydrate.

So that wasn't fun.

Then around mile 2.5 I started to feel a blister forming on my left heel.  I walked up a hill (because I was dehydrated and about to die) which only made the blister worse.

I couldn't run fast because I was dehydrated and I couldn't walk because it felt like someone was twisting a knife around in my heel.

So I inched along and finished my six miles in 74 minutes.


After complaining about my blister for the next 15 hours my dad suggested that I wear two pairs of socks. Something about the way the friction in your shoe is redistributed to the socks instead of your skin. Hm . . .

Today I ran seven miles.  I ran in the afternoon and felt like a million bucks because I was hydrated.

There were no knives twisting around in my heel today, because I had on two pairs of socks!

It was a stinking amazing run! Seven miles in 68 minutes.


What I learned:

1. Hydrate.
2. Wear two pairs of socks
3. Dad is a genius.

Stealing My Heart

I honestly cannot believe all that has happened in the last year. It is so far from what I anticipated as I walked across the stage in Thompson Boling Arena in my cap and gown last December.

There was one thing in particular I planned to do, and that was get involved at Fellowship Bible Church and lead a high school small group.  That was probably the only thing I expected. What I didn't expect was for 14 fifteen-year-old girls to completely steal my heart.

At camp this fall

At our awesome Princess Party

Playing on the trampoline at our sleepover

I have learned so much watching these precious girls grow in their walks with the Lord and their relationships with each other. It has only been eight months, but it feels like I have known these girls forever.  I cannot imagine life without them. And I know I cannot leave Nashville until the summer of 2015.