It's weird how one moment I can feel certain, convinced, hopeful and in the next moment I am uncertain, unconvinced, doubtful with a little fear thrown in to top it all off.
Last night I hopped on the treadmill...finally. Mondays are short easy runs on our training schedule. Billie and I decided we'd go it alone on Mondays rather than waking at 5 AM. I, of course, put off the running till around 9 PM last night because I am an exceptional procrastinator.
It felt like a long two miles. I didn't like it. And then my thought process went from "I want to run, it makes me feel good, need to stick to the training program, I can do this, God wants me to do this." to...
"Running is the dumbest thing ever, why do I do this again, this hurts, this is boring, what was the point of a 1/2 mary again? Why bother? WHY?!?!"
And then I caught myself...
One of those moments where I have that outer body experience, as if I'm watching myself having the above thought process. The moment where I realize what my thought process has turned into. The moment I replace whatever is going through my head with truth.
The truth is:
- Sometimes it's gonna hurt more than others. I need to push through it and stop repeating the process of quitting when it just gets too tough.
- It's not just about running. It's about discipline. It's about sacrifice. It's about commitment. It's about finishing the goal that He has set before me.
- It's about allowing Him to complete a work in me that seems nearly impossible.
- He has given me a body that is capable of running...it is a gift.
- I am not allowed to quit on this one.
- it doesn't matter if I like it all the time.
I've said it a million times before, but the first 1/2 mile of any run is killer for me. Hate it. Actually, the first couple are rather painful. It took me a long, long time to consistently run past that 2 mile point. Because no matter what those experienced runners told me about it getting easier, about getting into a rhythm...I didn't believe them. I believed it was different for me. I believed that it hurt right now, which meant it was going to hurt EVEN WORSE later. So I would run to the point of pain and quit.
I could throw in a breast-feeding analogy here, but I'll save that analogy for another time ;)
Back to my previous thought...running to the point of pain and never through it just made me MISERABLE. And it kept me believing my own lie.
Sometimes I do the same thing in real life.
Through training, the 1/2 mary will be physically possible...whether I really believe it right now is not the point. It doesn't change the truth. I need to follow the plan set before me, even when I don't feel like it...even when it's thoroughly painful and not any fun at all...because the goal...when I finish that impossible race, I will have conquered more than 13.1 miles.
I am learning a painful lesson. Physically and spiritually it is about sticking to the plan, moving forward, adding more to what seems impossible...because I can do all things through Christ, who gives me strength (Philippians 4:13)