I hate running. I don’t know why I sometimes decide that it’s something I need to do. Also, I don’t know why I signed up for a 5k in April. That probably has something to do with the fact that I’ll be running with my best friend, or, rather, she’ll be running the same race that I’ll be walking.
Last night Andrew and I were talking about how we should go running in the morning. So, at 9 we rolled out of bed and then took an hour to get ready for a 20 minute jog. Poor Andrew, he puts up with a lot. We had no sooner turned the corner on our street than I decided that I hated running. We did end up running/jogging/walking for a while longer, but it was definitely not good training for the race.
Ugh. My physical run tends to parallel my spiritual walk.
I need to take this verse to heart and RUN!!
1 Corinthians 9:24 Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize