During this training schedule, there have been times when it was easy and there were times where it was hard. Looking back, I believe the hardest part was actually getting started. This was the roughest. Now, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel. It is actually something that I can almost touch. Since this is the case, things are a bit easier…it does not hurt that the schedule has been easier over the last week either!
Mulling over this, I can see this as a metaphor for a lot of things in my life. Starting something big is usually the hardest part. Once it has started, there are most often some easy and hard times, but once you get to the point where you can see something at the end of the tunnel, there is a burst of energy. Something shows up which you never thought you had. This is pretty fundamental, but I love experiencing things like this.
So this past weekend I had what was my longest run so far. This is not only longest run in the training, but it also was once again the longest run I have done in my life. I feel like I am saying this every couple of weeks actually….wait, that is because I am. Anyways, this one was 29ks, for us Americans, that is roughly 18 miles. This one took me just over 2 and a half hours.
So over the last few weeks I have been pondering the act of dying. Really been thinking about what it means and what it looks like to die to self and experience resurrection from it. The passage which comes to mind is of course, Luke 9:23: If anyone is to come after me, he must deny himself, take up his cross daily and follow me. If we sit and meditate on that for a while there are certainly actions which come to mind. Radical and ordinary, everyday actions which can be lived out now. Although the ordinary seem to be quite radical when I think about practicing them!
OK, so while doing some training yesterday a topic came up that I thought I would muse about a bit on here in a post. This has to do with knowing yourself. There are a great deal of things which have gone through my mind while pondering this so I will just go ahead and begin.
There are not that many things which are truly freeing in life. I have run into quite a number of things which have the impression of being freeing, however, they end up dealing more bondage (or I end up making it more bondage than it should be). For me, one such thing is coffee. I love me some! Especially when I have had a rough morning. The caffeine gives me energy, it gives me freedom, it gives me open eyes! However, with all the things it gives, I have become somewhat a slave to it (If you are wondering, the reason I have put “somewhat” is because I am in denial). If I do not have it then I am miserable with a headache, moody with shortness – both in stature and temprament.
Are we able to differentiate between what it looks like to try and train? This is one of the concepts Randy Harris left me to ponder in one of the discussions we had. I am still unpacking this in life, (and will always be unpacking it) but I think what hit me is actually freedom for something in the future. Allow me to explain.
