One of the things that I love about running is the immediate feedback that I get at the end of a run, or even during the run. I can see that I have gone faster or farther than ever before. I can see that my pace has quickened and my pulse has dropped. I have immediate proof that the effort that I am investing by pushing myself farther and chasing goals that are not yet realized is bringing about real, physical change.
There are other areas of life that give us the same immediate sense of accomplishment. We can diet, and the scale tells we are making progress. We can set financial goals, and when the bills or the bank statement arrive, we can see that we are moving towards our goal.
But what of the things, a majority of life I believe, from which we can’t receive that immediate feedback. While it is true that what gets measured gets done, what do we do with those things that can’t be measured? Or that can only be measured over long periods of time?
It’s these things that I really seem to struggle with. I suppose that in the end, this is where faith becomes real. When we do something, not because we know the result it will produce, but rather we know what we hope the action will produce. We have faith that this action will be rewarded.
When I can’t guarantee that my effort is working. When I can’t measure the result that I hope to see. This is where I have faith that if I live the life that God requires of me, then he will provide the result that he promises.
So I keep running, measuring what I can to be a good steward, and trusting that God will continue to keep his promises and bring results in me that I dare not even dream of.
Not sure how many times I have started blogging, only to find myself weeks later kicking myself for not doing it often enough to keep even my own attention…but I find myself in familiar territory, so here goes…
After the depression wore off and I started running again, I jumped into a 5K in Rome, Ga to test out my legs under pressure and set a new 5K PR, knocking 30 seconds off of my previous best.
I ran the half-marathon a couple of weeks ago. Even though I had run the distance once before, I was not ready for the race. I had a goal of running 1:50 for my first ever half, and was going according to plan through about 7 or 8 miles. That’s where the hills and my lack of training combined to really slow me down. I had to slog through those last 5 or 6 miles, but I did. I ended up running in 1:57:41. I was extremely pleased…when it was over…and look forward to running it again in the future.
I had the hernia surgery last week. The surgery went well and the doc said that everything was strictly by the book. I am grateful that it is over and that I am beginning to feel normal again. I have been out walking around the neighborhood the last few days and everyday feels a little bit better. I look forward to being released to run sometime next week.
With tomorrow being Thanksgiving, I have much to look back on and be thankful for this year. I am thankful for the desire and ability to run that God has given me, and for the family that humors me when I get out there and do the old man shuffle around the course. I am thankful for our health and prosperity and for the love that we each feel for the other. Although the times that we are living in make everything a little more difficult, it is great to know that we have each other.
Here’s hoping that each of you have a great holiday weekend as well.