(it’s finally day 7 of 7in7 for me. i had planned to write a little bit about what the last week has been like for me, having to write a new post everyday and be okay with how lame or grammatically incorrect it was. instead, you’re going to get what is heaviest on my heart today.)

If you have been reading this blog for any amount of time, or if you’ve poked around over the past week of 7in7 posts, you might know that for the past several months, I have been working harder than I think I have worked for anything in my whole life – to qualify for the Boston Marathon.  You can read about my goal here, and my training reports here, here, here, and here.  In the past 10 weeks, I have run more than 465 miles.  Y’all, that is a long way.  That is roughly the distance from Austin to Amarillo, which we just drove last weekend with two kids (another post after I have finished my Xanax). Without boring you with the details, I have worked really, really hard for this.

And here’s the deal with marathon training.  You can train all you want and you can do everything right.  But, sometimes, race day rolls around and you just have a bad day.  Or the weather stinks.  Those are factors that you really cannot control.  And that’s what we’re dealing with here, people.  Please look at this forecast.

I could cry.

Running with wind working against you can be a game changer.  It could really be a deal breaker.  I am really disappointed about it, and feeling pretty discouraged at the moment.

But, here’s the thing.  I really believe that God can change this weather, if He wants to.  And I can ask him like a child begs for something they want.  And you better believe I am.  I am begging God for His favor with the weather.

And I am asking for you to please join me today.  If you have been with me through any part of this journey, I am so thankful, and I am asking for one last thing.  Please ask God to stop the winds.  Please ask that I would have supernatural strength on Sunday and that I would finish strong.  Please pray that all 26.2 miles would be an act of worship and that I would meet with God.  I need a team here.  Who’s with me?

(Please note that I did resist the temptation to use a Bette Midler “Wind Beneath my Wings” reference in this post. Even though, my sister did an incredible rendition of that song in her elementary talent show.)