This last week wasn't that bad. It wasn't a great week but one to be satisfied with. I got my long bike and long run in and the rest of the weeks training fell into place. And, that place I am at, overall, it is a good one. However, there are times when I consider ramping up my training and I the look at the training plan and think my goodness: in over my head. Then I think of the race distances and of moving forward for almost 17 hours and gracious, I feel small and fearful.
This morning, I read a scripture that spoke to me about some of those timid times I had last week -Mark 5:35- Be not afraid, only believe. Yes, be not afraid. God's got this. I am 75 years old and don't have that much to lose anyway, so be not afraid. This journey could be painful, but so is illness and arthritis and other aged related pains. Why would I think I won't ever have to face pain down if I back off from this ironman? Can one really avoid the eventuality of pain in life? Ever?
Perhaps, life is more about how you bear your pain and what you bear your pain for - pain with a purpose. My purpose is to honor and glorify God in my effort and for that, I will bear the pain; the pain in the body, the pain of possibly more disappointment, the pain perhaps of not finishing yet again - whatever- but pain with a purpose. I don't know how all this will flesh out but my job is just to "be not afraid, only believe." I believe.
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