I enjoy running.
Had you known me as a child, you'd laugh out loud. I hated running. I have fond memories of hating P.E. I use to cry when I would have to go. I dreaded it and thought my Jillian Michaels-like PE teacher was the devil. :) Unfortunately, Maddie is just like me in that regard. Poor thing. Only difference is that she loves her coaches and for that I'm so thankful.
As an adult, I've learned to reap the benefits of my running time.
1. I'm setting a good example for my girls to not be afraid to workout, sweat, and feeling pain.
2. God speaks to me. You might want to debate this, but it's true.
3. It heals my heart, mind, and body.
If I can overcome my initial thought of NO! I don't wanna sweat or get out of bed or leave my warm, cozy bed, then I jump start my day, my attitude, and my healing.
We all have wounds. We've all walked through the door of pain. We've all diminished our roles in life, what we have, who we are. We've all compared ourselves to others.
Yet, it's in those thoughts and times that we lose ourselves.
As I went for a 60 minute jog yesterday, I ran in the same lane the entire time. I stopped for a brief moment for a stretch or for a drink and then kept going. Some parts of the 60 minutes were harder and hotter than others. Despite those "I-don't-wanna-keep-going" moments, I did, and afterwards felt so much better. Stronger. In tune. Open. Breathing in Life.
Had I been running with someone else, they might have had a different run experience. They might have not stopped at all, they might have been looking to me the whole time, they might have stopped and quit. They may have decided walking was better. Or jogging. Or sprinting.
My point: We are not all going to do things the same way. We may choose a different path. We may choose a different speed. But we cannot compare ourselves to anyone else. We each have a different race to run and a different goal to reach.
Running our own race is the only way to heal our hearts and live peacefully.
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