Days like this....

"Mama said there'll be days like this, There'll be days like this Mama said (Mama said, mama said) ..."

And if we really understood that before hand, we might not attempt the tasks at hand.  Yesterday, was just such a day.  Despite the improvement I see, I was just NOT feeling it yesterday.  I didn't want to train.  I didn't want to run this 1/2 marathon.  I wanted to quit, give up, crawl up on my couch & pretend I never signed up for this insane idea.  Nothing hubster said made any dent in the mood I had.  Mood?  Attitude.  Plain & simple.  I fought him every step of our 4.5 mile run yesterday.  Argued & fought.  Refused to let him lead.  I've read articles that mentioned you would have days where you just didn't want to be there.  Thought to myself, oh that will never be me.  Right.

I wish I could say that I had a revelation or epiphany while running yesterday and that my attitude changed & my mood improved.  It didn't.  I was still upset with hubster this morning.  Until I read an email from one of my cousins that reminded me just how very lucky I am that I can train for this marathon.

You see, in December of 1984 my mom, sister & I were in a horrific car accident.  Our vehicle was totalled.  I suffered the worst of the injuries.  One hip was fractured, the other the bone had separated from my spine.  I had a HUGE laceration on the side of my head & very nearly bled to death.  That night, in the ER, the doctors were unsure I'd be able to walk normally.  To say that God's hand was all over me that night would be such an understatement.  The accident happened in front of a bar, that kept supplying clean towels to press to my head.  Those towels were held in place by the nurse who was two cars behind us when the accident occurred.  I'd forgotten about the severity of this accident until my cousin reminded me.  I remember being trapped in the car, waiting for the jaws of life to cut me free.  I remember telling the paramedics that my back hurt and I couldn't feel my feet.  I remember seeing the glass everywhere.  I remember being rushed into the ER on a gurney, hearing my Aunt's voice asking if I was going to live (some how she arrived at the ER before our ambulances).  I don't know much else.  The knowledge of the extent of my injuries came much later.

My healing surprised everyone, I think.  I know I was on crutches for a few months & has "homebound" school (my teacher came 2-3 times a week to teach me at home), but I don't remember anyone telling me I wouldn't walk. 

Flash forward to today.  This past December marked the 27th anniversary of that accident.  27 years?!  I think about how so many little things could have been different, how my life today could be so very different.  I had a broken pelvis.  I've carried 3 babies.  I've run 3 5k's and a triathlon.  I am training for a 1/2 marathon.  "I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me"  Philippians 4:13

Thank you God for showing up & reminding me how incredibly AWESOME you are!  Thank you for using my sweet cousin as the deliverer of your message.  Thank for my strong body.  Thank you.