Everything God Controls On Tuesdays I have to run “fast”, which means 200M “sprints” (all the quotation marks) on the gravel mountain road near my house. This is not a well-maintained road by any means and there are potholes and large rocks, sandy spots with no gravel, and overgrown blackberry branches reaching out at face level. I have to simultaneously try to run relaxed but fast but not twist an ankle or get clothes-lined by thorns of death. And breathe…I must remember to breathe…in deeply…out evenly.