Running when the sand runs out.

Realizing that this might be the last Saturday of freedom for a while, I got up and ate my cereal.

I fretted over which running clothes to wear because it's raining outside...again. Normally I would just go to gym, but not today. I'm so sick of that place and when I go to training, I will be lucky to see the inside of a gym (meaning if I can get my tired butt into one).

This job is one more thing in my life that I'm starting. I know. I'm moderately concerned that I am taking on too much. However, I know myself. I am determined to accomplish all that I have dreamed of. It just might take me a while. How much time do I have?

The rest of my life.

How long is that?

Could be 50 years, 5 years or 1 day. Who knows.

Taking this joyous opportunity, I ran to third gate and back. It doesn't matter that I have been sick the last 2 days. It doesn't matter that I haven't been reaching my weekly mileage goals and it doesn't matter that it's raining...I want to run.

The rain felt good. Lucky for me, it didn't rain very hard. I was glad to have my water bottle with me cause my throat hurt several times and being able to take a sip calmed the fire within it.

Many times I wanted to stop. Does it ever get easy?

Just as I was running by my friend, Jen's house, I passed another runner. We waved and smiled at each other, both of us understanding the other's pain. He was reaching the top of his hill and I was just about to go down it.

After I made the turn at third gate and was about 3.5 miles from home, I passed the same runner again. He had a big smile on his face. I got the feeling he was also running for endurance today. Again we knoded and said "hey". He had just finished running down the biggest hill on this route and I was just about to go up it.

I understood why he was smiling. I smile too when I reach that part of the route. The view coming down from that hill is amazing. At that point you're ready to take on the world. In that moment, nothing can stop you.

Even if I die tomorrow...running is worth it. The title of this post is one of my favorite songs by my boys, Rascal Flatts. Check it out. However I'm not sure if that's the actual name of the song...but that's not the point.

The point is...you never know when the end is coming. You will have work left undone. But at least you overcame your fear to start it. Perhaps God will give me eternity to finish it.