There have been many days that I struggled to get out the door and go. But there has never been one day where I regretted going.
Is that not the rhyme and rhythm for so many of us? As the Dopey Challenge approaches (264 days to be exact) I am afraid. I am not prepared, but I hope that in the next 264 days God will equip my body to run those 48.6 miles. I hope to mark this event as the first of many ultras (even though I suppose this really isn’t an ultra since they are individual back to back races).
Over the last 4 weeks I have been down in the runner dumps. Those questions and negative thoughts that sometimes circulate, “Is this even good for me? Am I damaging my body? I don’t even like doing this.” They began to take my mind captive. This morning I was on the race website gathering info, and after a bit of planning and a good cup of coffee began to feel myself finally snapping out of it.
“If God be for us, who can be against us?” Romans 8:31
“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like someone running aimlessly; I do not fight like a boxer beating the air. No, I strike a blow to my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.” 1 Corinthians 9:24-27
It’s important to remain consistent even when in a runner’s funk. I keep reminding myself of this. Despite the doubts and fears, I’m continuing to press on. I heard some great advice the other day; we need to not make the prize our main focus, we need to learn to love the process. Learn to love the training, the dedication, the day in and day out grind. Love it. The prize is just a momentary bonus, and as Corinthians says, the prize will not last. We have the prize of eternity in Christ, which is far more valuable than a medal.
I am learning to love the process. It’s hard, but with Christ all things are possible.
264 days. I can’t wait to see what God is going to do during this training time.