Running
After a couple of weeks of walking during my Lenten devotional time, I thought it might be good to start running. I need the exercise, and I need the solitude that a lot of people that run seem to find out on the road or trail. So how does one start. Well, I talked to a pastor friend that is training for a half marathon this summer and asked how he got started, and he told me that he found a training plan on a website for runners. So off to Google I go, and low an behold there it is, how to get from the couch to three miles running in 8 weeks.
Now I have a plan, and its time to take some action. After all one does not become a runner by studying about running, by learning everything one can about shoes and technique, but by running. So off to Running Central in Peoria for some advice on and procurement of proper footwear. What did I find? Some of the nicest people ready and willing to help this novice get started with the proper shoes and loads of encouragement. I must admit I had been a little afraid of entering an actual running store for fear that I would be looked upon with condescension as a rank amateur, but my fears were thankfully not realized. Reminds me of how fearful people are of entering churches, fearing the judgment of those who might be known as the “pros” of Christianity. Can we be just as kind and encouraging to those who are seeking a new life running with Christ as these folks were to me as a new runner of the trails? Something to think about.
Anyway, on to the real point of this story.
When I started running my legs would be burning near the end of the one minute intervals of running. Yes, I am really out of shape. I found myself looking at my watch, yearning for the minute to be up so I could once again walk for the next four minutes. I would get so consumed with the discomfort that it was all I could think about and the seconds seemed to go by so slow. Then during my second walk/run a couple of days later, I thought about how I was concentrating on the discomfort instead of the goal and started looking ahead on the path instead of looking down at the ground right in front of me. It was amazing what happened. Now the discomfort didn’t go away, but my mind was on the goal and the burning muscles didn’t consume me. Eureka!! AHHA!! Running lesson, YES! Life Lesson, YOU BET! When we focus on our own discomfort it is really hard to see a way to our goals. When we focus on our own discomforts we find it hard to see where God is taking us. We are pain averse creatures and we will do almost anything to avoid it. But when we focus on the goals, the struggles that get in the way don’t seem so large. It’s not that we don’t notice them, we just put them on proper perspective, as something that needs to be overcome to reach the prize. We see the prize and we press forward. It’s the same when we fix our eyes on Jesus, not on ourselves or our own comfort, and we strive for the prize of winning souls to Christ.
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart… Therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. “Make level paths for your feet,” so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.
(Heb12:1-3, 12-13)