Because God's In It

 Sort of a milestone today.  It is like Thoreau wrote that he left the woods for as good a reason as he went there.  He had spent enough time on this one. (not exact) Not that Thoreau never went back into the woods anymore, but the degree of focus had changed.  I understand that with triathlon.  I might consider doing another one. But I, too, have other lives to live. 

Initially, my deliberation itself suggested I might be being turned toward different things.  Usually, I am all in on the possibilities of competing in a triathlon.  This time, not so much. After I did my own yes-no thing over this, I finally got real and prayed about it. 

The answer wasn't long in coming.  I noticed a certain excitement at the possibility of "not" doing the events.  I began to picture myself at the event, and I found that picture suggested I didn't want to be there. 

In my picture, I  heard people say, "You are my hero. I hope I can do what you do at your age."  Those were always such a compliment in the past, and I wondered if I was showing up just to soak up some of  these compliments on my age and ability.  Was this another "look at me" exercise?  Glorifying myself based on one characteristic - being old?  How is God glorified in all this?  

Then the validation of my answered prayers came when I tried to book rooms  - the prices!!  Unbelievable!   I think triathlon went on up the road to a better neighborhood and left  this old worn-out, fixed-income athlete in the low-income housing. 

But God is in the low-income housing too, and I am happy there. And though I have been at this a long time, I meet this new dawn with a smile because God's in it..

The Hand I Have Been Dealt

      Even the best of plans can go awry.   Endurance sports is hard to keep up with as I age up.  It seems there is so much more that demands attention.  Workouts outside often see, to come with on-course guilt.  Being a caretaker of sorts can slow you down, sometimes to a crawl, while motivation has the same flame as a rain on campfire.  

Despite all this, one knows you must go on. The ability for caretaking is accomplished only when one is able, and being able is best done by being active. Life is a sort of paradox.  

There is no win here except to know that the hand that is being played is the one that is dealt.  It is a challenge and a calling to do the right thing; to be the right person: to be the person God called me to be, whether it is training long hours, crossing a finish line, or attending to others. It's the hand I've been dealt.  I am an endurance athlete in life itself.  Praise God

Staying a Warrior

 -Exercise is like faith.  By exercising, one shows faith that the sweat, the pain, and the discomfort will all be worth it in the end results.  The Bible says faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.  By doing our workouts and our training, we are working towards things hoped for, and the fact that we are willing to put tangible effort and discomfort into it, is the evidence we have faith in the end results.  

Faith and fitness seem so intertwined that it is hard to untangle them.  As evidenced by this blog over the years, faith and fitness  travel together.  So when I think I want to get old and cut back and not train hard and stop hoping big, I have to consider what will be lost and what will remain. It is not a pretty sight.  Training fatigue is nothing compared to living in a vacuum.  I know this thinking isn't for everyone, but as for me and people like me,  "we are the warriors."   Praise God, there will be no peace inside if I am not a warrior until I die.

Keeping Records - I Am Blessed

 Keeping records.  It has always been my thing.  The beauty of it for me is that most of the time, I can look at my records on training and pretty much tell where life is going.  Which brings me to this: It is as I think Aristotle wrote, "We are what we repeatedly do."  So, in records, I can see what I have repeatedly done and see pretty much who I am at the moment and whether I am headed for a better me or is life going down the toilet?  

Other people may have other methods of maintaining personal discipline in life, but this is my way of checking my weather.  Plus, records can be my own cheering section.  When I look back and see I had the best week in a couple of months, it seems I can hear the applause, though no one knows or cares except me.  Records are the medium for my own personal delusion, which has kept me sane, happy, and mostly on course through 40-plus years of this.

Also, records can be a source of gratitude.  When I look back and see all I have done, it is impossible for me not  to say, "Thank you, God.".  I am blessed.

Getting Stopped by the Officer

 

My wife and I were having so much fun that the policeman thought we were drunk.  Perhaps I was driving all over the road, but there wasn’t any traffic.  We were just having so much fun and laughter; lots of life, and some of my best jokes-in my opinion, of course.  The swirling bright lights behind our vehicle caused me to pull over, wondering what the problem was. 

Driver’s license, insurance card, then:  “Have you been drinking, sir?”  I laughed, but the officer failed to see the humor.  “Walk on this line from here to there.  Ok, now touch your toes.”

I was still a little giddy from the good time we had been having.  “Officer, ninety percent of the people in the world can’t touch their toes.  Does that mean that only ten percent of the population is sober at any one time?”  I laughed and tried to make light of, and enjoy my first ever field sobriety test.   I had not had alcohol in more years than I could remember, so I knew if I failed any kind of sobriety test, they would have to make it up on me.  I was sure. 

The officer soon loosened up a bit as it became quite apparent that we were really having a good time, really were, without alcohol or other substances.  We both could enjoy life to its fullest without help, except for the peace that comes from that surety that is Jesus Christ. 

“Watch where you are going and try not to wander all over the road when you're having a good time.”

 I can’t be sure, but I think he smiled just a little to himself.

“Thank you, officer.”

 

Arriving at the Begining Again

 When I began running, I couldn't do a quarter mile.  It started out of frustration  but ended up staying with me for i a lifetime 

I can remember so well that first angry morning.  Though I had done lots of physical work chopping wood, building a fence, digging septic lines, and other back-breaking jobs, I wasn't physically prepared for running.  I couldn't breathe.  Of course, I was in the throes of an asthma attack at the time but later, when I wasn't, breathing was still an issue.  I remember that first time I completed a whole quarter of a mile, hallelujah, and praise God when I finally did a whole mile. That was forth three years ago.

Now, after 32 marathons, 53 triathlons, and hundreds of events of various lengths and having logged mileage equivalent to over two times around the world at the equator, I found myself struggling again to run a quarter of a mile. 

An injury digging on my septic system was compounded by an injury in a bike wreck has me not moving that much the last four months.  Though I did some minimal indoor biking, my breathing is not doing well with running or trying to run that quarter mile, Just like before. Could it be that the more things change, the more they remain the same?  

Sometimes you have to go back to the beginning to find that not much has changed.  There is you, your drive, your persistence, your expectations from it, and there is still your frustrations. And the frustrations from forty-three years ago show up in life today.  

So the decision is always the same with every setback;  Is the ending or a beginning?  Am I to " arrive at the beginning and know it again for the first time?

This time it will be different, but it will be built upon the same.  Faith, hope,  and gratitude to God that I still can. 

Is It Enough?

 Maybe it is because I am so aware that I don't have that much longer to live?  Perhaps, I don't want to spend precious and depleting time getting over some injury?  Perhaps it's something like Thoreau wrote about when he left Walden.  He says something to the effect that he left the woods for a good reason, as he went there and had other lives to live and had spent enough time on this one. My goodness, but I have spent a lot of time on this one.  Is it enough?

This is where the rubber meets the road:  Is it enough?  At times like this year, mostly recovering from injuries, it certainly seems so.  Surely, after all I  have done in endurance sports, I don't have anything to prove - or do I? 

Perhaps I just need to prove I still can.  Perhaps proving I still can that helps hold the life door shut and not let feeling old get in.  Maybe there are things to yet prove.  Perhaps there are mountains,  though different mountains now, to climb?