"Now all discipline seems painful at the time, not joyful. But later it produces the fruit of peace and righteousness for those trained by it." Hebrews 12:11
Last year before I turned 48 I made a "bucket list" of the things I wanted to do before I turned 50. One of the things on my list was to participate in a half marathon. I say participate because as much as I wanted to run I was pretty sure I would walk a good part of that 13.1 miles. March 4, 2010 was a COLD, pretty day. There were so many people in downtown Little Rock that morning and it was so exciting and a little bit frightening. But the momentum of the crowd moved me. The excitement was overwhelming! So when the race started, Lindsay and I ran. Oh, I walked too but I ran more than I should have run for someone who hadn't trained, at all. Something more than my own stamina kept me going that day...there were people praying for me, people cheering me on along the way, and the other walkers and runners around me. I felt the community. My daughter and I crossed the finish line and it was very exciting.
The soreness, however, started settling into my muscles and bones almost immediately. And two hours later I was hurting. I think I felt that race for two weeks. It's a soreness that I'm not sure I will ever forget. a soreness that was compounded because I didn't TRAIN.
And yet a few months later I thought that I could just go run a 5K with no training...
I'll finish that story in my next installment but it reminds me of how we try to go about each day without the training and discipline of prayer, trust, and seeking God's will and way...
"Now all discipline seems painful at the time, not joyful. But later it produces the fruit of peace and righteousness for those trained by it." Hebrews 12:11
Last year before I turned 48 I made a "bucket list" of the things I wanted to do before I turned 50. One of the things on my list was to participate in a half marathon. I say participate because as much as I wanted to run I was pretty sure I would walk a good part of that 13.1 miles. March 4, 2010 was a COLD, pretty day. There were so many people in downtown Little Rock that morning and it was so exciting and a little bit frightening. But the momentum of the crowd moved me. The excitement was overwhelming! So when the race started, Lindsay and I ran. Oh, I walked too but I ran more than I should have run for someone who hadn't trained, at all. Something more than my own stamina kept me going that day...there were people praying for me, people cheering me on along the way, and the other walkers and runners around me. I felt the community. My daughter and I crossed the finish line and it was very exciting.The soreness, however, started settling into my muscles and bones almost immediately. And two hours later I was hurting. I think I felt that race for two weeks. It's a soreness that I'm not sure I will ever forget. a soreness that was compounded because I didn't TRAIN.
And yet a few months later I thought that I could just go run a 5K with no training...
I'll finish that story in my next installment but it reminds me of how we try to go about each day without the training and discipline of prayer, trust, and seeking God's will and way...
"Now all discipline seems painful at the time, not joyful. But later it produces the fruit of peace and righteousness for those trained by it." Hebrews 12:11
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