Running a marathon will help you dismiss an unhealthy myth. One perpetuated by the running devils while we're chilling in our comfort zones. The myth:
"I don't need anyone's help."
When I committed to run a marathon the first thing I discovered was a few dozen friends ready to run with me, suffer with me, pick me up when I was down, drag me out of my comfort zone when it sounded more exciting than my current training run. These are the friends who lifted me up as I struggled through the final miles of my first marathon.
When I decided to run a marathon, I think the encouragement the experienced marathoners offered me most often was "running a marathon is more mental than physical." Maybe they told me that to distract me from the reality that my 5'9", 230 pound physique wasn't the ideal starting point for a marathoner. Whatever the case, I had a hard time imagining anything but the physical challenge of running 26.2 miles in a single running experience.
More than likely you're going to run a marathon because you've been inspired by someone else to do it. Maybe this article will be your inspiration. Here's the promise I'll make you, though. No matter who or what inspires you, the minute you cross that finish line, and possibly well before then, you are the one who's going to be the inspiration.
You'll have friends or family reach out to you to tell you they've started running themselves. Or maybe they've simply started taking long walks after dinner. But they are going to see you making a healthy choice, they're going to see a discipline in you they long for themselves,
Nearly 4 years ago I went for a run. Not the kind I'd been accustomed to, a mile or so on the treadmill to warm up before doing some "real" exercise with the weights at the gym. No, this day I went for an actual run. I ran with thousands to honor a young mom from our community who'd been hit and killed by a drunk driver while out training for the Boston Marathon. (A race, I confess, I knew very little about at that time). That day I ran for Meg Menzies.
If at any point in that run you or anyone as crazy as you had suggested 4 years later I'd have run 10 half marathons along with a full one for good measure, I'd have suggested your oxygen flow
I have often said running has improved my conversations with God. I've never really struggled with talking to God. But running has made be better at listening to Him. Sure, maybe that's because there's not much else to do but listen to God when you're running hours on end by yourself. But much like my wife, God isn't interested in WHY I listen to Him just so I DO listen to him.
So that's what I did. I drowned myself in coconut water, I ate as many pretzels as my rebellious stomach would concede to, and I rested. I woke up every half hour or so and did a self-examination - one question: could I make it to the starting line if I had to right now?
For most of the afternoon the answer was no. Trust me, the absurdity of it all wasn't lost on me. I've spent the duration of every stomach virus of my life wanting life to end, or at the very least praying for the anihilation of all forms of food. But here I was overlooking the merits of
When the race started I actually felt pretty good. Katie and the boys were standing on a corner just a few hundred yards into the race. I gave them a cheerful finger point to let them know "I've got this."
Through the first 8 miles of the race I did have it. I was running a solid 11:30 per mile pace that had me on target for a 2 and a half hour half marathon. That was the goal I'd set earlier in the summer.
But just as suddenly as my Thursday night dinner escaped me, that pace went down the drain. I began to feel hungry and weak. I knew I
In the end I got my redemption. The hook on my medal rack set aside for the Patrick Henry Half Marathon medal is now full. But like most of my races, I won't remember what I did as much as I'll remember the people who helped me do it and celebrate it. God has used running to weave me into so many awesome lives and stories. I love the way He allows his love to live out in me through each and every one of them.
In the end I got my redemption, but an awesome God used redemption to make failure a very beautiful thing.
It's one thing to dread looking at yourself. It's quite another to hate it.
But Ray hated it alright. He hated being tired. He hated feeling like he was always on the run from depression. He hated spending birthdays wondering if this would be his last.
You've got to make a move, Ray, and you have to make it now. Those are the beautiful words that rise from one of the ugliest moments in Ray's life.
Ray knows it's God. Depression has its ally, Ray has his.
Life is like running.
If we have friends running alongside us, there's no fight we can't fight, no race we can't finish.
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