My litany of excuses is exhaustive … chronic injury … atrial fibrillation … painful life transition … and I could go on. I have nowhere near the right to complain that some do. And those whose obstacles dwarf my excuses still press on. I think that this is what I admire most and what has been the predominant learning over 31 years of running … no matter what, you keep on going toward the finish line.
My soul cries for the regularity of this experience even more than my body. There is a life-framing that takes place when the mind and heart rule the body. When the body is master, life becomes a sluggish bi-product to self-destructive behaviors, whims, addictions. The pursuit of pleasure is one that turns sour in the end and brings regret as the birthdays stack up.
I am by heart and passion a follower of Christ. I don’t do it well and I am at peace with my imperfection in all areas of life. Calling myself a runner does not imply that I am an elite athlete and calling myself a Christian does not imply that I am without blemish or inconsistency. You don’t have to be an elite anything to be passionate about life. The “least of runners” can enjoy the sport as much as the “chief of runners”. So, for me, the least of Christ-followers, I enjoy the process of putting one foot ahead of the other and trying to keep Him in sight.
Inside of my heart, today, there is the flicker of hope that showing up and doing whatever I can that brings me to my limits … pushing the wall farther and farther from the starting line … this ultimately benefits me in many ways. It makes me see life differently. It changes my perspective on relationships. I learn to breathe deeply rather than the shallow stressed breaths that a non-intentional life serves us.
So for any others who have one day in a row under your belts … way to go! Let’s try it again tomorrow.