It's not the first time I got a look like that, the one with eyes narrowed and one brow raised that says, "You're kidding, right?" That's the response I got when I inspirationally said to Jeff one day, "Wouldn't it be neat to run a 5K sometime?" I could tell he didn't share my enthusiasm, but I certainly thought it would be fun- I like new experiences, they most always make you a better person. And this latest idea of mine has been no exception.
By no means am I a distance runner. Or even a runner, period, for that matter. I have speed and strength, neither of which come in handy when you're training to run over three miles. Nonetheless, I had lofty ideals that first day I trotted down my driveway, took off down the road, and was quickly met with these strange feelings of windedness mixed with disgust that I couldn't even make it to the corner near my house without getting tired out! I have new respect for runners, believe me.
As with any endeavor, this one has had trials and triumphs. And I've learned a lot. There were times I thought the idea impossible- while I was on the treadmill and would be interrupted at least three or more times by one child or the other, or when I just couldn't seem to get past two miles without hitting a wall, or when I only had made the time to run once a week instead of three times like the programs all suggest. Those times, I was doubtful the dream would ever happen. But, I had just enough little glimpses of "victory" to keep me going. Like the out-of-body sensation you get when you push the last 200 yards and can't even feel your legs moving, you just know you're going fast, or when you realize that your lungs are finally cooperating and you can get the breaths that just last month you struggled with.
Probably most surprising to me in training for this 5K was the battle that took place not in my body, but in my mind. Inevitably, if I start thinking, "I can't make it this far, I need to stop!", my body will follow suit. But if I instead, think, "I can do this, come on!", the difference is incredible. There were plenty of times I verbally yelled a pep-talk to myself as I ran! Adrenaline is a beautiful thing.
The 5K was Saturday and I did it in 31 minutes. For a first time on an unfamiliar course, I was pleased. And I'm also hooked. It's not the sweat and exercise that lures me, or even the time of worship as I motor along listening to my mp3 player. It's the spiritual analogy that resonates in my soul. For our relationship with the Lord is also a distance race: one that hold interruptions and discouragements, one that requires priorities and perseverance. And also one that gives us just enough tastes of "victory" to keep on.
"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day- and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing." II Timothy 4:7-8
Run on!
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