Marathons are kinda like giving birth....you forget a lot of the hard parts and then the memory of how you felt when you finished calls you back. At least it does for me. I have always loved and hated agony and victory all wrapped in one moment. I found my outlet....it's the marathon.
When I finished the race last year in Eugene I felt like Jesus wasn't just waiting for me at the finish line...He was with me throughout the course.
While I trained I had to face a lot of mental and even spiritual issues. His loving Spirit healed and strengthened me.
I didn't know if I would ever run one again, I just wanted to finish.
This time around I know that He will use the training and the race in the same way. He will reveal His love to me and speak to my heart in new ways.
Of course He doesn't need a marathon to meet all of us....but I guess for me He does.
So I'll keep running until He says I'm finished.
It's kind of a goal to qualify for Boston this time.
"all things though Christ....."