A rest day, and a word that landed

Full rest today. No run, no gym, no negotiating.

But it wasn’t an empty day. Church this morning gave me something I wasn’t expecting — a word that felt like it was meant specifically for me, in that quiet, unmistakable way you can’t really explain to anyone who wasn’t in the room. I left feeling like I’d been remembered. Seen, even.

Strange thing to write in a running journal, but it belongs here too. The legs rested. Something else got fed.

Back to the road tomorrow.