3 years ago I was convinced I could never be a runner. I was adamant that there was no way I could run farther than was necessary to outrun a rabid dog. Then I heard an illustration during a service at New Life and the take-home for me was that I was supposed to start running.
I have heard it said that someone at my level of running is “a person who runs,” but not “a runner.” I want to give myself more credit than that. I’ve worked hard to get to where I am, which may not seem far considering where I might have been after 3 years of running. But my goals are less about becoming a stellar runner and more about creating a habit of exercise. Today, one of my secret goals was met. Our family of 6 ran a race together. It was a short, 3K Fun Run but we did it together! I was so proud of my guys because they haven’t been training and yet they ran almost non-stop! I plan to keep a little journal of their races. (I couldn’t tell you how many of the girls from the track team we passed!!)