Well y’all, I did it.
I completed another race!
Okay, by another I mean my third.
In the grand scheme of
things, it really isn’t that
impressive considering it was only a 5K (3+ miles).
But, I did it.
As many of you know, I
played baseball in college. Unlike hall of famer Ricky Henderson, I was not
known for my speed. In fact, I often heard coach yell, ‘Hey Quine, you’re
running like you have a piano on your back!”
Not an Electric Baby Grand
Piano, either; the Grandest of Grand Pianos!
Which is why for me,
running these races mean so much. It is a goal that I work I can work towards.
It is a goal that also helps me stay in shape. When I have a race to prepare
for, I become more mindful of how my body is feeling. As time goes on, I am
realizing that I not as young as I used to be. Before, I could run three miles
without stretching and without much preparation. That isn’t the case anymore.
It takes a lot of work for
me. Preparing for a race requires me to think through not only the obvious
like, when will I run today, but the more difficult questions regarding
health…particularly diet.
Honestly, running a 5k
doesn’t require much change in my diet. I can continue to eat poorly, drink
high calorie coffee drinks rather than water, eat more fried food than green
stuff, and still finish under 30 minutes. Essentially, I can do what I’ve
always done and get by with a decent time but with no real change.
That bothers me though.
It bothers me because I
have two items on my bucket list I want to cross off soon. They are to run a half
marathon and then a full marathon.
Yes, you read that
correctly.
Your pastor has a dream to
run a marathon.
The thought of this
frightens me…and exhausts me. Which is why up to this point I have not actually
pursued signing up for one.
Actually, I never really
shared this with anyone.
Usually when the thought
comes up, I lie down until it passes.
I scare myself out of doing
it with the “what if” questions.
What if I hurt myself?
What if I am the last
person to finish?
What if I don’t finish?
What if I don’t finish?
What if the race is on a
Sunday?
What if that is the day
Jesus comes back and I’m at mile eight when he calls everyone back? Talk about
a waste of time!
Sure, there are a lot of
things to go wrong.
Yet the things that could
go wrong do not outweigh the thought of accomplishing such a goal. Ultimately,
there is so much good that can come from this. In addition to crossing off an
item on my bucket list, my heart and health will benefit from the training. I
will have proven to myself that I can do something I only thought about doing.
I’ll discover again, I
hope, that I do have what it takes, the discipline, to do something as
challenging as this.
There is an obvious
connection here to our faith. Love is a discipline and Love requires
discipline. It is no accident that the Apostle Paul uses athletic training as a
metaphor for the life of faith. In order to achieve the goal, God’s shalom on
earth as it is in heaven, we need to commit ourselves to love.
But as in preparing for a
race, love is not easy. It demands that we persevere, endure, and push past our
weariness as we approach the finish line. It may mean changing adapting
our training so that we can get past the three miles that we’ve always run.
This may require getting off the course normally used and the route always
taken.
Ultimately, the metaphor of
preparing for a race makes sense to me because while I could run a 5k and be
completely content, I know I can run both a half and a full marathon. It may
not look pretty, it may take me a few days between start and finish, but I can
do it.
Settling isn’t an option.
There is more in my tank. Though I’ve never done training, like, training for a
race, does not mean I can’t. It will be foreign to me and I know I’ll struggle
with it, but it will help me accomplish a goal.
So I guess what I am saying
is this: I’ve set a new goal for myself and
I’m embarking on an exciting new endeavor.
As I run and begin
preparations, this will be my mantra and I hope you will say it with me. It is
the opening lines from David Whyte’s poem Start
Close In.
Start close in,
don’t take the second step
or the third,
start with the first
thing
close in,
the step
you don’t want to take.
(Italicized emphasis is the
poet’s)
Guess all there is left to
do is to sign up for that race…
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| My cousin Aaron and me at the WORLD famous Wrigley Field marquee post race. Again, Aaron pushed me and stayed with me the whole race...until I told him, after we ran through the concourse at Wrigley, that he better beat me. He did...by more than a few seconds! |
