In high school, I was involved in many things: band, drama, BPA, NHS, Student Council, and Track, to name a few.
While I was a part of the track team all four years of my high school career, I could hardly run half a mile for our warm ups. After all, throwers shouldn't have to run, right? The track was about a mile (give or take) from the school, and all track athletes had to run to the track as a part of the warm-up. Except the throwers. I was never really pushed in my running, and even with our 2 laps around the track each day, no one ever watched us closely enough to make sure we did it. I was also one of the girls who dreaded the victory lap my team was insistent on taking every time we came out on top at a meet. One last thing to show you how much I disliked running -- my coach decided to make a team for the 4x1 race out of the throwers, so I had to run a 200. I hated it and told my coach that if he ever made me run a race at a meet again I'd quit... So -- I really didn't like to run.
So it was crazy to me when I decided that I wanted to start running. I started trying, and every time I tried, I got discouraged -- I was so out of breath after less than half a mile! I remember the run I went on with Josh, when he explained how to breathe in a way that made sense and finally -- finally! -- running turned into something that I might be able to do.
Since then, I've run four 5k's, and feel great after I run. After this last run, I finally came close enough to touch the wall of fear that I have been avoiding since I started running, though. Its so easy to get comfortable, and to do the same thing over and over, but that doesn't really ever challenge us. We have to push our bodies if we want to see change, and if we want to prove to ourselves that we CAN do something.
After my race last Saturday, for some reason, I was ready to face the wall head on. I was ready to push myself to see if I could run further than I ever had. 3.1 miles is a good distance, especially for someone who never used to run. My new goal was 4 miles. I was so excited last night, I couldn't really sleep. And waking up this morning, while I had lost some momentum from the night before, I had made my mind up that I was going to climb that wall and face my fear. I was going to run 4 miles.
With God running with me, I managed to run not 4 miles, but 5 miles. I can't explain the feeling you get when you push through to the end, and endure the pain because you see what is waiting at the finish line. I've never pushed myself to such an extreme, and I really wanted to do a dance and jump up and down when I finished. But I didn't, because I had to pee, and I was super tired :P
I decided that instead of leaving the wall up and risk potentially running into it again, I would just completely demolish it, proving to myself that I could run not only 4 miles, but 5 miles. I'm sure I could make this analogy even more cheesy, but I think you get the picture :P
I wasn't planning on making this all about my running experience, but I guess it is. I have learned so much from running -- Its such a unique sport, and the athletes are all different. The feeling of finishing a race is exhilarating. And I think the best thing about it is having your family/friends there at the finish line supporting you :)
I guess I just had to get this off my chest... I RAN 5 MILES TODAY!!! WOOOOOO!!!
"Therefore, since we have so great a cloud of witnesses surrounding us, let us also lay aside every encumbrance and the sin which so easily entangles us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us" - Hebrews 12:1
"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me" - Philippians 4:13