Not too long ago, I was hoping to stretch out my morning run. Nineteen minutes, a little over two miles, had been my longest, but I wanted the two mile mark to be comfortably attainable and not a personal best. So I boldly (ha!) set my timer for 22 minutes and headed out. I ran a new route, so I'd focus more on my surroundings and less on huffing and puffing. I blew through the 22 minutes and RESET my timer. I can remember checking my watch at one point, and thinking "Only 11 more minutes." Only! I finished the day after 45 minutes and nearly FIVE miles.
The next time I went out (after a couple days rest), it was all I could do to get a mile and a half in before taking a walking break. What happened? Since then, 3 miles is the best I've done. Decent, but well short of 5.
Results vary.
My Christian race is no different. I've had times of gradual progress, building and growing. Occasionally I see mind-blowing leaps, I didn't think were possible. Sometimes, I have a disappointing season, with no success to show for my efforts. Every once in a while, I even sleep in.
But you're doing it.
That's what my husband- a much more experienced runner- tells me when I get aggravated by my lack of progress. Getting out there. Making the effort. That's what counts. It's not the times, the distances, the speed, it's the running.
Day in.
Day out.
Put on the shoes and go.


The single factor that determines how far or how fast I run is not my heart rate or my leg muscles. It's not even the heat or the hills (We call 'em that here in Illinois just to humor the natives. I'm from Eastern Kentucky. I KNOW what a hill is.) It's not lack of hydration or my shoes that causes me to take a walking break.
When I started running, I knew less than nothing about what I was doing. My plan consisted of running as far as I could and then walking until I could breathe again. However, this past spring, Jon brought me a real training plan. Following it, I learned I was able to push beyond what I thought I was capable of. I stretched out my distances, my recovery times improved and so did my speed.
When I started running a little over a year ago, I envisioned that time becoming a tremendous opportunity to talk to God, to enjoy the early morning quiet (I run at 5 a.m.) and have some me time. So far my prayers mostly consist of important things like "Next breath, God…" and "Let me get my phone out before the heart attack hits." Important- maybe. Deeply spiritual- not so much. However, that's not to say God hasn't taught me some great life lessons (and He's given me a few great posts, too.) Over the next several weeks, I'd like to share some of those things and how they apply to this race we are all in. "…let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus…" Hebrews 12:1-2
I've had a very frustrating few weeks running lately. For starters, it's nearly 80 degrees at 5 a.m. And the humidity has been on par with the deep South. That makes it tough to breathe, and it really saps what little stamina I have. The worst thing, though, has been the saga of the shoes. I put 500+ miles on my shoes, and switched to a new pair. A really cool pair. However, the support in the new shoes was just enough different that running in them led to shin splints. Trying to squeeze a few more weeks out of my old shoes made them worse. So… Of course, all this has an application, (or two).