“I can’t do it! “I cried. “Once again something I’ve lost everything I trained for. Six months of training in the trash!”. Injuries, illnesses and now plantar fasciitis had plagued me from the moment I signed up for my second half marathon. “I can barely get out of bed; I can’t wear my regular shoes and the race is a couple of months away.” I limped out of my car as my friend, running partner and pastor’s wife listened patiently. She smiled warmly and looked me in the eye. “And you’ll let the enemy take that away from you again?” Her words pierced my heart with loving conviction. “Ok,” I…