I’m not going to lie. That was hard.
It was cold and rainy all morning. Since I have lost weight I have been so bone chilling cold. All winter long. It has been the bane of my winter. I am so tired of being cold. I am so tired of having cold feet. Every time I have trained outside and it was cold I wanted to quit. I hate running in the cold. I hate being cold. It was cold this morning. And rainy.
Just standing around waiting for the race to start was so overwhelming for me. Everyone looked so much better than me. It was barely drizzling when the race started, but still cold. Around mile 1 I got the worst side stitch of my life. It hurt to breathe. Everybody was passing me- even old men. Andy agreed to stay with me. But I still felt alone. I was so discouraged that everybody was so much better than me at this. I kept playing my old tapes in my head:
“You are a failure”
“You can’t be good at this”
“You’re not going to win, so just quit.”
“God must not love you or it would be sunny out today.”
I just couldn’t turn off the tapes. I really felt like this was the stupidest thing I have ever done. I would run a little and then walk back and forth, passing people who would later pass me when I was walking. My friends were long gone. I was at the back of the back. I just wanted to cry. There was no point in giving up. I just had to run the race.
I had tracked out before time where the half way point would be. Around it I told Andy to leave me or stop yelling at me, but I didn’t want to hear him anymore. I turned my music up really loud. And, for the first time in the race, I just concentrated on the beat. I focused on running the race for me. I just focused. I hit my stride.
Around mile 4 I realized that I was ahead of pace with my music. I was beating my best time so far. Yes, I might have been behind the pack, but the race I was running for me, I was beating. I was winning my own race.
57:55- That was my time. Nearly 3 minutes faster than my best time on the treadmill. My best time yet. It hurt like crazy. I didn’t want to eat my omelet. (this was the Souders 19th Annual Egg Run http://www.saudereggs.com/2011EasterEggRun.htm) I felt like my insides were about to burst outside. I wanted to vomit.
So here is what I learned:
My demons are still there. Satan still knows what to whisper in my ear. I really just need to grip God more and listen to him. I have to run the race for me. I can’t focus on anyone else.
Isn’t this the truth in life? Too often I live my life wondering what everyone else will think. I live life just hoping not to come in last. I don’t want to look like a looser. I look around me. But I need to just look at Jesus. I need to focus on the tasks he gave me. I need to look at the talent he gave me. I need to lean on him for my strength- not Andy, not others.
I have to look on Jesus alone.
Rescue by Newsong:
I can't be left behind
No one else will do
I will take hold of You
I need You, Jesus
Come to my rescue
Where else could I go?
There’s no other name by which I am saved
Capture me with grace
I will follow You
This world has nothing for me