3 miles!

Woot woot! Guess who ran three miles today?! It was on a treadmill, so no hills involved. Still! I'm proud.

I picked my corner treadmill. I really do like it. It's tucked away far away from the hustle and bustle of the rest of the work out room, with a clear view out the windows. The sky today was a blue so crisp you could almost taste the cold air. There was a big, fat robin sitting on the tree right outside my window, too. I shook my head in pity; it was cold out! The robin is typically the promise of spring, but in the case probably the remnant of this year's long-extended nice weather.

As I ran and thought about the promise robins signify, I thought about God's promises of hope to come. God sends me reminders of His promises often, little robins in a world whose cold winter wind can bite. A promise that the Savior will return and I will be caught up in the air to meet Him. A promise that my sins are covered, that I am redeemed. A promise that death has no sting, that to live is Christ and to die is gain. A promise that my future is secure. A promise that He will never leave me. A promise of heaven.

Well, as you can probably tell, I thoroughly enjoyed the [unchanging] scenery during my run. I went in spurts of telling myself "one foot in front of the other" and talking with the Lord--hopefully someday I will be in shape enough that I can focus more on praying. :) Someday.