I am a runner. And this post was written on the run. Literally. During my morning workout.
Ok. Well, I’m not actually a “runner”. More like a “jogger”. Ok. I’m a “plodder of a BMI-inflated carcass on a treadmill”.
I’ve been a “plodder” for probably 15 years now, and I hate it as much today as when I began. It hurts. It’s hot. It’s boring. I want to quit half-way through every single time I do it.
But, I do it. Because, for me, it’s the best bang for my buck in getting some needed cardio and sweatin’ out some stress.
It’s also a great time to think – if I can stay conscious. I have some of my best spiritual epiphanies when I run (plod). And here’s one that came today:
First, I should say that it’s beginning already to get hot here in the South. Temps are rising and the humidity is predictably disgraceful. So, my morning runs the past few days have become even more, let’s just say, ‘challenging’ (can’t wait for July!). At the dreaded halfway-point in my run today, the pain hits. My legs feel like lead. I’m sucking air that’s heavy and stagnant. I can’t breathe. I might puke. I’m sure my body temperature and heart rate are in the stroke zone right about now. I wanna quit. Maybe I should. And then…..
This puff of cool air swirls around me. A surprise of a breeze. A breath of fresh air, literally. Meteorological mercy. It didn’t last long, but just long enough for me to be able to hang in there and finish this run I started.
Which gets me to thinking how it’s the same with God. Right about the time we think we can’t go one more step in whatever we’re dealing with in life, He provides the breeze, the air, the oxygen we require to keep going. And not only keep going, but finish.
That’s lesson one. But, I’m even seeing a second spiritual application here in this “air-apparent” encounter:
If I hadn’t been sweating, hurting, and dying to quit, this breeze would likely have gone unnoticed. It meant so much because I needed it so much. It was significant because I was miserable.
I just wonder how many times we miss out on receiving a restorative breath from God because we won’t push ourselves past our spiritual comfort zone. We won’t run where it’s scary or uncertain or it might even hurt. We don’t let ourselves get to the point of panting for Him. Maybe we should get out of breath more often.
I open my mouth and pant because I long for Your commands.