It is almost February and the time has flown since Ironman Texas 2017. I am not certain that Ironman Texas 2018 can come up to meaning experiences as compared to last year. But, the Miles of the Journey go on. The days have become weeks and the weeks, months, and now it is closer to event time than I had realized. Of course, I am scared. I doubt I would do this if it didn't scare me some.
Most in my circle have seen me attempt this year after year: it is just business as usual. Folks don't ask any more. Marvin is training; ok, what else is going on. In a way it might mean I have assumed the identity of an ironman already and I am always in training for something. I suppose my training has become as much a part of who I am. Training and trying has become a huge part of who I am and like to be. How could I change that? Why would I? And who knows that someone out there will take notice and be encouraged in their own journeys of courage for faith.
And that makes it harder not to try, more difficult to slack off. If I take it easy, if I bow to the constant temptation and impulse to quit, would I not only let myself down but let those who might be encouraged down as well? In doing that, would I not be letting God down, that when I have the opportunity to be light, I chose to "hide it under a bushel" because it got too hard and I got too weak?
So the journey goes on another day and, God willing, another day tomorrow. Hoping and praying to remain the person I am, and to continue to strive for the person I am called to be.
