On Sunday I had decided to rest in many things. I had to refocus my mind on God to discover why I was called to run this race. Many answers came through that week. I did not run at all. I did a lot of ice, stretching and strength workouts. I also prayed more directly than I had in a long time. I'm not good at praying for myself, for my needs. I suppose I think maybe I'm not deserving, I can't ask for specific things, and also that God knows my heart so why ask. Oh how flawed those thoughts are. Why? Because that first week (and second) I banished those thoughts of the enemy and prayed feverishly for myself. I don't think I've ever felt such peace. I did not freak out that I wasn't running (which is huge for me). On Saturday I was supposed to do a 10 mile run, I decided not to push it and do 5. I didn't really do 5. I took Sydney to the dike, she found a couple pug/boxer friends and played with them. I saw a great blue heron on the shore and stopped to watch it. The bird gracefully took off in flight then dove into the water to catch a fish. Then it came back to the shore and flipped the fish around in its beak to swallow it head first. It was such a revelation of how we are perfectly created to do the things we are called to. So Sydney and I finished our brief run walk and went home satisfied. The final week was upon me.