It’s been two years and two months since my feet crossed the finish line of a full marathon. With 13 behind me, I had decided to retire for a couple years and wait until the air of insanity blew my way again.
Perhaps yesterday was that day.
As I set out to run a dozen miles in the cold, I “hoped” I’d make it. My usual runs these days are 4-6 miles two or three times a week. Over the summer, I generally do a few sprint triathlons. In the fall and spring, I run half marathons. But it’s likely been over four months since I’ve attempted two consecutive hours of cardiovascular activity.
As I stepped into my shoes, I realized that my ipod was dead. I always run with music, so I took my husband’s instead. That was interesting.
Around mile 8, I started to get really thirsty. In the past, I generally never found a need to stash water along my route beforehand unless I was running more than 13 or 14 miles. But yesterday, I was parched.
Fortunately, right about the time when I was beginning to debate on whether or not the eating of snow would quench my thirst, my husband texted me. Here’s what it said:
“Where u at?”
“By twin rocks…thirsting to death.”
“Oh geez, do u want me to come pick u up?”
“No! I’ll b at the shop in 40 minutes.”
“U can bring me water if u want…I’m about to eat snow…”
“I’m on my way.”
I found myself at the base of a half-mile incline. He’s on his way. I better not wimp out and walk the hill. I wouldn’t want my savior to see me slacking when he’s going out of his way to help me finish. I have to keep running – even up the hill.
His music played in my ears. Metallica’s “Nothing Else Matters” drove me up the hill, reminding me of another Savior who daily brings to me both living water and encouragement. A Savior for whom I must continue to run without slacking or quitting because nothing but pleasing Him really matters much to me. A Savior whose songs play continuously in my ears and whose long-awaited appearance will be worth all the parched deserts and hard to climb hills.
Nothing but getting to where I will meet him matters. I must keep running. Dry, tired, hurting, or heavy, I have to remember that He’s on his way.
Jesus answered her, “If you knew the gift of God, and who it is that is saying to you, ‘Give me a drink,’ you would have asked him, and he would have given you living water.” ~John 4:10