Saturday I hit another milestone. I ran for 1 hour, 22 minutes. 7.5 miles. It was my best run ever. I felt like I could have run another mile at least. Definitely not a “runners high”, but a great feeling of satisfaction.
With Joel and Nathan not able to run, I was wondering mentally how I would be able to make it that far. Mick said she’d ride by my side on her bike. We bribed Grace to come too. It was an amazing run. I wound up doing the entire 7.5. As we were headed toward the house, we were at 6.5. I told Grace she could just head in if she wanted to. I would run the last mile alone. She booked it into the garage. Then I saw something surprising. She started running out of the garage. Toward me.
Grace ran most of the last mile. By my side. Micki faithfully rode her bike by me. Encouragement on top of encouragement. It was awesome. And we were doing it together. It was a day where I felt full.
Grace ran most of the last mile. By my side. Micki faithfully rode her bike by me. Encouragement on top of encouragement. It was awesome. And we were doing it together. It was a day where I felt full.
It’s interesting how I’m learning about Jesus during this thing. The idea that I’m not created to do this alone. I can’t. I may be able to run a mile. But not much more. When Mick and Grace were riding in front of me, I found myself running farther. I wonder if that’s what an authentic Christian life looks like. Running together. We weren’t created to do it on our own. At least I wasn’t. And the feeling I had at the end of this run was priceless. You can catch the intensity after the hard-core athletic Archers took care of their business. Together.
