i’m a runner.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m training for the Rock ‘n’ Roll San Diego Half Marathon on June 5th with the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training. So far, I’ve raised over $2500 for blood cancer patients in Louisiana.

Until today, my longest training run was 8 miles. {Before I continue I have a confession: I don’t run the whole way. I do run/walk intervals: run .25 miles/walk 1 minute or run .50 miles/walk 1 minute — my goal is to run at least .75 miles/walk 1 by June 5th. I know some people think it’s not real running if you walk, but I don’t really care what they say. When I first started trying to run in December, I could barely run for 2 minutes without feeling like my lungs would explode. Now I can run an entire mile without walking. I use the walk breaks to conserve my energy so I can finish each run feeling strong and confident enough to push myself a little further the next time. One day I’ll be running marathons with no stopping, but for now this works for me. So yeah, I’m a runner.}

Back to today. Today was my first 10-miler. I was running on barely 5 hours of sleep and had an Ethics final at 1:30pm (apparently Saturday finals are normal in law school.) but after practically forcing myself out of bed, I felt confident that I could make it all happen.

So without further digression,

Jerrell’s Lessons Learned on a 10 Mile Run:

1. Maybe it’s just me, but everything always looks beautiful when you’re running. I love how the trees grow in the water here in New Orleans. They make the dirty Mississippi River look gorgeous.

2. Running without music is so refreshing. My dad always says that people who can’t ride in the car without music aren’t comfortable with their own thoughts. I don’t know if that’s true, but I do know that running without music forces me to stay alert and it helps me focus. Somehow, yelling at myself (in my mind, of course) to push myself up a hill works  so much better than blasting “All I Do Is Win.”

3. Running burns SO many calories. I had to force myself to eat a piece of whole wheat toast with almond butter and low-sugar strawberry preserves at 5:30 am this morning. Halfway through the run I felt like I should’ve eaten the whole loaf of bread. Thankfully I brought a pack of GU chomps with me, but still afterwards I went straight to Whole Foods for a little “replenishment.”

(p.s. my Garmin says that I burned 1,311 calories today. ALL I DO IS WIN.)

4. After your first 10 mile run, your legs (especially knees and shins) will absolutely hate you. Also, it’s not smart to sit with your legs bent while cramming for a final, taking said final, and then going straight to study group to cram for your next final without taking some time to ice first. Not smart at all. I’ve been hobbling around like someone’s 94 year old grandmother all day.

5. That whole runner’s high thing: totally true. I’ve never felt better. Old lady legs and all.

i’ll be ready.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a little obsessed with weddings. I have mine planned out perfectly. It’s weird though…the older I get, the more I realize how not ready I am. It’s not because I’m not ready to give up the freedom of being single, or that I’m afraid of waking up to the same man every day. It’s not even that I’m completely opposed to having to report every single purchase I make to my husband. {although that is definitely gonna be a bit of a problem…}

It just hasn’t happened yet. That moment when you know you’re in the right place at the right time with the man who was born to love you. No doubts. No regrets. No issues that need to be worked out first. I’m not saying that marriage will be perfect. But I do believe that the moment I know I’m ready will be. It will be the most perfect moment of my life.

And when that day comes. I want to feel as genuinely happy as this…

video courtesy of Capture Studios

can you even handle how amazingly perfect that is? because i can’t.

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how great thou art.

I woke up this morning with a heavy heart. Still praying for all of the people affected by the tornadoes. I found out that everyone I know and love in Birmingham is safe, but my heart still hurts from all of the deaths, injuries and destruction throughout the South.

I’ve heard so many times that we are to praise God even in the storms. {Philippians 4:6} So I’ve been praying and thanking God for protecting my loved ones and basically just praising Him for being in control. I just kept watching this video over and over. Let it remind you how awesome our God is.

praying.

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praying for the people of the South tonight. especially those in Tuscaloosa and Birmingham, Alabama.

then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,

and he brought them out of their distress.

he stilled the storm to a whisper;

the waves of the sea were hushed.

Psalm 107:28-29

twenty-five.

As of tomorrow, I’m 3 (forgot about june the first time i posted this lol) months away from the big 2-5. Is it bad that I’m totally freaked out? Is it worse that I’m sitting here writing about my looming birthday instead of studying for my Civ Pro final tomorrow? I’m gonna go with yes. Oh well, everyone needs a study break.

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I’m starting this blog 2 months before my birthday partly because I want to get in the habit of writing everyday and partly because I’m too impatient to wait. I’m like my Dad. We get an idea and we need to make it happen right then. There have been so many changes in my life in the past year. I moved 17 hours away from home for school, ended an almost 5 year relationship, started running (well run/walking for now, but I’m running longer everyday), started cooking, survived my first year of law school and, most importantly, renewed my relationship with Jesus.

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I know that there’s a big change coming. Some important lesson I need to learn, and I want to be ready. I don’t want to miss any of it. And maybe my lesson isn’t just for me. Maybe it’s for you too. When I figure it out, I’ll write it down. Until then, I’ll be writing about any and every little thing that piques my interest.

and with that, I’m back to studying…

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