Two Friday nights in a row I’ve knowingly eaten dessert that I was pretty sure I’d regret the next morning.

I was right.

Friday #1…too many cookies. Didn’t care.

Friday #2…the whole piece of pie. Didn’t care.

How did I know this? 19 years of running.

Not since 2012 have I full-fledged followed a marathon training plan. And by full fledge I mean, let’s get in all the long runs. All of them. Which also means, keep your pre-race-night eating rhythm. Which means, no dessert.

I know this. I also know my preferred serving of dessert means a lot of potty breaks during the next morning’s run. Rather than listen to my body these last two Friday nights, I told it, “I hear you. But sugar wins right now. You’ll have to deal with the consequences in the morning.”

Without TMI, let’s say yesterday’s run set a personal record! Hard to enjoy.

I think God might have been laughing at me around 9:30 this morning while my pastor was speaking. On an unrelated-but-not topic, he mentioned the importance rhythm plays in spiritual intake. It’s quite simple. Find it and stick to it. Consistency matters.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

As a disciplined person, I know this. But some days I allow myself to stray. I ALLOW MYSELF.

I’ve decided ahead. This Friday night, my body and my mind will sync. Pretty sure that means the odds of a better long run Saturday morning have risen significantly.

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