And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Hebrews 12:1b
I do not like running. I’ve never gotten folks who love running. You know the ones… They’re desperate for a run when you’re desperate for an Oreo Blizzard. Running gives them life. It gives me blisters.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I workout like a champ. I’ll happily take you to school in any cycle, step (yeah, I said it) or Pilates class. But, please don’t make me run. PLEASE!
Enter into the equation the fact I’m training for a mini triathlon and suddenly this gal has to figure out how to endure a few miles of running to complete the race.
Dang. Dang. DANG!
To ensure I do all elements of my training for said mini-tri, aka swim, bike, and (ahem) run, I’ve set up a work out schedule based on my limited triathlon research. I also made an initial commitment that I only have to run once a week. And, I only have to do it in a run/walk fashion. But I do have to do it! The triathlon isn’t until September. I figure I’m allowed some grace in the training process since I’m quite active and pretty physically fit.
But, I still have to keep my once a week running appointment even though grace abounds. To do so, I had to figure out a game plan to get my long legs pounding some pavement and new shoes wasn’t gonna be motivation enough.
Since my triathlon training started about the same time as my Unsocial Experiment I figured dedicating my runs to meditating on anything of the Lord would be the perfect motivation. I take no music because I’ll run to the beat (aka too fast) and not be able to go the distance I need to go. I ensure I’m on a pretty route so I’m taking in Godly creations and not just random pavement. And, I breathe.
I’ve done it 3-4 times and so far so good. Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!
In today’s run I couldn’t stop thinking about Hebrews 12 run with perseverance mixed with run in such a way as to get the prize (1 Corinthians 9:24). I ran 1.5 mile, walked for .5 mile, and then ran the last mile meditating on what it means for me to persevere and then win the prize while I run.
Here’s the other part I didn’t tell you that I think links perfectly with my whole running hang-up… I hate the process of growth in life because it’s hard and it hurts. For me, running represents a process. I can’t naturally run 2, 3, 15 miles straight. I have to work to build up endurance. And there’s no guarantee that I’ll see progress each time I hit the pavement.
When God molds and shapes us it’s a process. You may enjoy His process but frankly, I hate it. I hate digging up stuff with which I haven’t dealt and having to face it. I hate feeling sorrow for my sins. I hate knowing some things are gonna take a long time to fix. I get tired of waiting on the process to be complete.
How about you?
- Tired of waiting on a better job, or any job, when you know you’re meant for so much more than your current task?
- Tired of your marriage not being the bliss you intended it to be?
- Or, tired of hearing your married friends complain about their mates when you’re give your left toe for a life partner?
- Tired of not knowing how the house bill will get paid?
- Tired of your body constantly being sick?
- Tired… tired… tired…
I get it. That’s why I kept thinking about those verses during my run. So much of me wants to give up on the process God has me in because I’m tired.
I didn’t know a ton about the route I ran today so I wasn’t quite sure where the end would be. Part of my personal running agreement is I run until I can’t go any longer and then I can stop to walk. But, I must run again at some point. Today I paid close attention to pushing through a few more steps when I felt tired. I noticed that as I kept going I felt stronger with each step I took.
Until I neared the point of completion. The last .5 mile killed me. I wanted to stop. My ankles hurt. My hamstrings hurt. My rear end hurt. I kept thinking if I’d just stop the pain would go away. I was so close to the finish I could taste it but my body kept screaming JUST STOP. And it hit me…
How many of us stop just short of our finish line because we’re so tired of hurting?
How close are we to God completing His work in us if we’d just go that last half mile?
Granted, most of the time, in our life process we can’t actually see the finish line. That’s where our faith in His master plans becomes imminent. But, we know He’s promised to never leave or forsake us (Hebrews 13:5). Paul tells us that He who began a good work in us is faithful and just to complete it (Philippians 1:6).
So why in the world do we quit just because it gets hard?
For me, I don’t fully believe the Word God gave me. I lack faith. I lack trust. I lack heart.
It’s why I’m daily in His Word. I’m hourly petitioning for greater strength. Every single minute I work to control my ungodly thoughts and cover them with what He has told me.