Two Summers ago, I began running. Tentatively to the day, ergo I thought a shoutout to this beloved beast is in order.
My freshman year P.E. class brought a wave of sheer terror after being homeschooled for two years. Running the mile, I was the nerdy kid with the glasses, braces, book in hand, and naturally inhaler. And I milked it.
But my beloved teacher, Mrs. O, would not let that slide. To pass, I HAD to run. Breathe, breathe, sweat, wheeze, side cramp and repeat.
But I found another freshman whom I love dearly, Ami-Ray, she stuck it out with me, and though we were never "great" runners, we were easily able to run the full mile by second semester without stopping. We cut down our times a lot, and though we didn't go out for track, we passes freshman P.E. with flying colors. I eventually outgrew my asthma. =)
In order to not go through that horrible séance of torture, I began running in the summer. Initially it was a mile a day, then I pushed for three miles a day, I wound up running 4 miles a day 5-6 times a week. I have kept it up (sometimes more dilligently, sometimes less dilligently) for the past 2 years. I can honestly say a week has not gone by where I did not run.
In all honesty, I'm not a great runner. Most of the time, I DON'T enjoy it (hence the endearment beloved beast.) It pushes me, it stretches me, but afterwards, I am so jazzed I finished. I actually did CC training camp last summer, and am contemplating doing it this year. If you drive by, I am the caboose:slowly making my way behind all the other girls. Though it may take me longer, I get there. I finish the race.
I've said before, I draw a lot of parallels between my day-to-day life and my walk with Jesus. This is no exception.
“Run with endurance the race that God has set before you” Hebrews 12:11.
Every single one of us has a different race, a different pace, a different struggle. My struggle in running is speed. For other girls, they have speed but no endurance. In the same fashion, my struggle with Christianity is different than yours.
The coolest thing about CC was we all had different routes, there was "short route" for new kids, "middle route" for varsity girls and average guys, and "long route" for varsity guys. Every route went a place different, some were harder, some were more grueling, but after all that, we wound back at school together as a team.
God's race for every individual takes us crazy different places, but we all wind up in the same place as a team.
So grab those running shoes, and experience what I'm talking about on this beautiful day for yourself. =)
My freshman year P.E. class brought a wave of sheer terror after being homeschooled for two years. Running the mile, I was the nerdy kid with the glasses, braces, book in hand, and naturally inhaler. And I milked it.
But my beloved teacher, Mrs. O, would not let that slide. To pass, I HAD to run. Breathe, breathe, sweat, wheeze, side cramp and repeat.
But I found another freshman whom I love dearly, Ami-Ray, she stuck it out with me, and though we were never "great" runners, we were easily able to run the full mile by second semester without stopping. We cut down our times a lot, and though we didn't go out for track, we passes freshman P.E. with flying colors. I eventually outgrew my asthma. =)
In order to not go through that horrible séance of torture, I began running in the summer. Initially it was a mile a day, then I pushed for three miles a day, I wound up running 4 miles a day 5-6 times a week. I have kept it up (sometimes more dilligently, sometimes less dilligently) for the past 2 years. I can honestly say a week has not gone by where I did not run.
In all honesty, I'm not a great runner. Most of the time, I DON'T enjoy it (hence the endearment beloved beast.) It pushes me, it stretches me, but afterwards, I am so jazzed I finished. I actually did CC training camp last summer, and am contemplating doing it this year. If you drive by, I am the caboose:slowly making my way behind all the other girls. Though it may take me longer, I get there. I finish the race.
I've said before, I draw a lot of parallels between my day-to-day life and my walk with Jesus. This is no exception.
“Run with endurance the race that God has set before you” Hebrews 12:11.
Every single one of us has a different race, a different pace, a different struggle. My struggle in running is speed. For other girls, they have speed but no endurance. In the same fashion, my struggle with Christianity is different than yours.
The coolest thing about CC was we all had different routes, there was "short route" for new kids, "middle route" for varsity girls and average guys, and "long route" for varsity guys. Every route went a place different, some were harder, some were more grueling, but after all that, we wound back at school together as a team.
God's race for every individual takes us crazy different places, but we all wind up in the same place as a team.
So grab those running shoes, and experience what I'm talking about on this beautiful day for yourself. =)
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