Oh how I love Sunday’s.
Mine are usually very simple.
I don’t set my alarm and let Ian decide when it’s time to get up.
Make a cup of coffee.
We plan dinners for the week.
I tidy up the house.
We do laundry.
Get stuff ready for lunches during the week.
And watch football if it’s on.
But my absolute favorite part about Sunday’s are my runs.
Jason is a champ and always volunteers to take Ian with him to go grocery shopping so I can get a run in.
I drive to my favorite spot and lace up my shoes for a run.
I’ve been doing Sunday runs every Sunday for a few months straight and it’s something I really look forward to.
It’s my little bit of time that I get to just do what I love doing.
However today was different.
It was unlike any Sunday run I’ve had.
I ran at my usual spot and decided to take a different route.
I was cruising down the pavement about a mile in when I saw a familiar looking path.
It wasn’t too muddy so I decided to venture towards it.
After a few minutes I quickly realized that I was wrong about the “wasn’t too muddy” part.
I kept having to switch to different sides of the path.
Whichever side seemed to have less mud.
Every step I took I went deeper and deeper into this little mud pit.
I had to shorten my stride to limit my risk of falling.
Every new path I approached I had to ask myself..
Will this path be easier?
Will this lead me back to the pavement I wanted so badly to reach?
Finally I got to this spot that looked like it was going to clear up.
I came up on a friendly man and his dog, and as I passed him he told me to have fun.
I didn’t really think anything of it but thanked him for his advice,
Next thing I know I’m taking this extremely sharp turn and land flat on my right side.
Phone in hand.
Hand straight in a pile of the thickest mud.
I just sat there in the mud for a moment to take in my embarrassment when I realized where my phone was.
I grabbed it and jumped right up.
Don’t worry it was fine.
I stood there and just looked at myself.
I could have been mad at myself, or sad that I just fell full speed in the biggest mud pit I’ve ever seen.
Not literally but you try falling in mud and not thinking it’s the biggest mud pile ever.
As I paused my watch I noticed my friend with the dog from earlier was taking the turn.
He asked if I was alright.
I just kind of laughed and answered with a yes.
I told him I didn’t do a very good job of avoiding the mud and was off.
I still killed my run.
I wasn’t bleeding and nothing hurt.
Yes I was covered in mud.
But it was kind of funny.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
Falling in the mud is hilarious.
And when it happens to you, you can’t help but to pull a tswift and shake it off.
If you fall, you get back up.
It’s as simple as that.
I’m taking this lesson and bringing it into my week.
I know it’s going to be a busy week for me at work, and that’s ok.
If anything goes wrong.
If anything is hard.
If anything just brings me down.
I’m going to put a big fat smile on my face and get back up.
I go on a run every Sunday.
This has never happened so far.
But it did today, and that’s ok.
I fell but I got back up.
I’ve found that I’m a creature of habit.
I can hear my husbands laugh from here as he reads this.
If something goes wrong or doesn’t happen the way it’s supposed to, I’ve been known to let it get to me.
But today I didn’t.
And I was so proud of myself.
It’s those small wins.
So take this as a reminder that whatever might happen this week, if you fall, get back up.
Keep on going and don’t let it get to you.
Shake it off.