Wednesday, October 20, 2010
I don't always find pleasure in running.
Some days, it's hot. Some days, my energy is depleted. Some days, my muscles are not on board with the training plan.
But, I take immense pleasure lacing up my shoes, knowing that I am healthy enough to run, knowing that I can condition my body, even at 32 years of age, to do something I used to think would be impossible. No matter how I feel, I can will myself to push a little bit harder, to go a little bit longer, to get a little bit closer to whatever goal I am trying to achieve.
I can look at my shoes, see my faithful companions, and visualize crossing the finish line after a very long 26.2 miles. I remember how I endured. I remember how I convinced myself that if I just kept putting one foot in front of the other, I would live to see the end. I remember the magnitude of elation that filled me in that final moment.
And when I see my shoes, I see myself -- what I have become. Because no matter if it is a physical challenge or emotional or spiritual one, I know now from what material I am made. I know now that I can endure, that I can succeed, that I have the will and the drive to push through.
And I have a Faithful Companion with me, literally, every step of the way. He helps me endure. He helps me push through. He wills me to go farther than I ever thought possible.
Even when you have gone as far as you can, and everything hurts, and you are staring at the specter of self-doubt, you can find a bit more strength deep inside you, if you look closely enough.