On my daily run on the Common, my secret weapon of self-defence is to look as batty as I possibly can.
I go with my three ebullient dogs, unrestrained, which helps. They think they’ve already gone to Heaven after moving out of the city.
My blood is pumping, my lungs are filling, my cheeks tingle, my eyes sparkle, my legs move carrying me forward. I feel alive all over again.
My secret weapon of motivation is to imagine that I’m running as far and as fast into my future as is humanly possible. Thinking that my every step is taking me closer to what God has in store makes my heels kick up and I want to fly.
I call these times on the Common my Daily Dose of Gorgeous. It sets my world to right.
My heart rate lifts and my spirit calms down. I see the Living God all around me.