I have learned to run with open expectations. Although I almost always have a plan in mind, things don’t always work out the way I expect. Sometimes that is for the better, sometimes for the worse, and sometimes it just is.
Today I hoped to run the La Luz trail to Sandia Peak. From there, I planned on riding the tram down the mountain and running back to the car for a total of 16 miles.
My greatest obstacle was my own lack of planning. I thought the distance from where I parked my car to the trailhead was three miles—it was six. Although I ran against strong winds and the mountain tops were covered in dark clouds, the weather was not my biggest barrier—time was. I had to pick up Noah early from school and get him to the doctor for his annual checkup.
Half way up the mountain I stood at a crossroads (crosstrail?). Do I continue up the mountain or head down? As the wind swirled and ominous clouds loomed, I did not know if the tram would be running. If I got up the mountain and found out the tram was closed for weather, I would be up a mountain without a paddle. With time ticking, I bailed out on my plan, turned right off the La Luz trail, and headed down the mountain.
I did not reach the peak I was aiming for—I ran 14 miles instead of my intended 16–but that is all okay. Every day that I get to run in the beautiful Sandias is a gift. Learning to live with open expectations is a lesson. And, most importantly, I have two wonderful, healthy, and brilliant sons! Praise God from whom all blessings flow!