Are you Stopping, Quitting or Giving Up?

I used to run. I stopped. I suppose I quit. But I most certainly didn’t give up.

Running served it’s purpose, a life-giving one, in fact. It kept me sane during the first eighteen months of my fourth child’s life. It enabled me to drink milkshakes”a poor choice at best. But it’s what I knew at the time.Running offset those horrible, calorie-brimming ice-dream delights from Chic-fil-a I crushed once a week. I stopped drinking those too (#healthcoach). But running was good. It became spiritual for me. God spoke to me on my runs.