I mean, come on! Seriously??? (insert eye roll here) Are these people insane??????????
Now to the point of this post. I offer up a sincere apology to the people in my life who run. I get it now. I understand. I run. I can actually say this now and I almost believe it...I am a runner. I don performance athletic gear and head out the door several times a week. I love it. It has become my time for me, just for me. I am not fast (though I am getting faster), but I don't care. I have wrestled through things with God, prayed and cried for loved ones going through trials, and have sung out praises and worshiped my Father while running. (Ok, I'm not sure you can actually call it singing, and raising your hands in praise while running must look quite strange to those who may be watching you run by.) There is just something about pushing through the pain and through the times when you want to quit, all the while saying to yourself, "I've got this. I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. Make it to the corner. Make it to the mailbox. Keep going." Do you recall this quote from Winnie the Pooh? It is quite true.
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I started running because I don't want to be fat. That's the honest truth. The physical changes I see in my body from running are just fantastic. I love that I get a rear end from running, as I am rear end challenged (many thanks, Grandmother Romano). I love seeing the muffintop start to disappear and other areas start to firm and tone. Getting in shape is certainly worth the effort when it means you fit into your clothes without Spanx. But there is just so much more to it.
The decision to keep running, to run farther and longer, came after a time of self-discovery. After a few difficult years of going through some really hard things as a family, as a friend, and as a believer in Jesus, I realized that I wanted to just be me, and decided that my outside should reflect what I felt inside. It's all about strength, grace and overcoming. It is about being better today than I was yesterday, pushing through the trials and pain that life throws at me, all the while knowing that God has for me a time of rest and peace on the other side of the hard times. Hmmmmm....dare I say that running just may be a metaphor for life?
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