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.