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This is not how I planned it.  My plan for Lent was to have some open space in my calendar each week.  Maybe that sounds like a weak practice but believe me, it isn’t all that easy! 

Taking on this practice allowed me to incorporate some of the goals I set for myself at the CREDO event I attended last fall and set apart the time I need to begin my training for an upcoming half-marathon that would then lead into a full-marathon.

All was going so smoothly until I got up from the table after enjoying a fine meal with friends about 10 days ago:  that familiar feeling of a locked knee. It has happened before whenever I pick up my training but this time is different.  Icing, resting, stretching and it still hurts.  Dang. 

I’m frustrated. 

But suddenly, I’m mindful.  Mindful of my knee, mindful of what I can and cannot do.  Mindful of how many times I go up and down the stairs in my house.  Mindful that my body needs care.  Mindful that my plans are not always what happens.  Mindful that I love to run.  Mindful that I love to golf.  Mindful that sometimes I don’t get to do what I want to do.  Mindful that I still need to care for myself even if I can’t run or hit the driving range.  Mindful that I still need margins in my schedule just for me.

Mindfulness.  A group of us have been exploring that while reading Mudhouse Sabbath but now I’m experiencing it in a way I hadn’t expected. It isn’t a bad practice at all but what a way to learn its importance all over again.