Run for Fun?

I’ve started running again.

I hesitate to mention this in such a public forum which gives it an almost official status, because I’m not sure Running and I have reached that place in our relationship yet.

I also hesitate to use the word again which conveys the impression that I have ever been a serious runner. To be clear, I use the word in the manner of saying, “I have run before.” Which is not a lie.

Sometimes I run to a meeting when I am late. I will often run to the kitchen during a commercial break. Just this morning, I ran to the bathroom. So I do run, but I would not say I am a runner. There is a difference.

All that to say I am giving Running another try. And I realized something on my run today. (Does that last sentence make me sound like a runner?)

The path is not always smooth. Brilliant, right?

I run on roads (there is no sidewalk option on my side of town), and as I turned a corner I decided to venture off the road and onto the gravelly surface. It was a “short cut.” I shaved 1.25 seconds off my run.

I quickly noticed there were some dangerous potholes which I was able to avoid with my catlike, Barry Sanders’ moves. This was also not too difficult since I was running jogging at a pretty moderate pace.

The light bulb was that when I run I have an expectancy the path will not make running more difficult or cause an injury. The run itself is hard enough on my body. (I really am a big baby.) The road should not be an additional obstacle to overcome.

I think sometimes I approach life in the same way, but life comes with no such guarantee. We should not be thrown off course when our course is disrupted. We should not complain or be surprised or become obsessed with life’s potholes. Everybody has them. Just get out there and keep running.

Jesus never promised us a smooth ride. But He did tell He is with us and for us. And I believe He meant that would be enough.

Another thing I realized on my run was that thinking about what I could write on my blog dramatically lessened the constant ache running produces. But eventually the pain comes back, and you realize you’re very far from your house and about 3 seconds away from a heart attack.

Then I hit what runners so happily refer to as “the wall.”

At this point, my jog crawl still resembled a running motion, but I was going slower than most 90-year-olds with walkers. So I decided was forced to walk. I eventually made it home.

I can’t wait to do this again in two days.

Has God ever spoken to you on a run? What’d He say?

  • Linda Bordeaux

    Dear Tim,
    This post made me laugh and laugh. You are so real, and God must delight to give you inspiration for your blog when you run!

    • Tim

      Dear Mom,

  • Jeff Williams

    I believe God has told me not to run. And I’ve never followed His word more seriously!

    • Tim

      Ha! Very commendable how obedient you are.

  • Louis Tullo

    When I started loosing weight the first exercise I did was getting on the treadmill. I remember being on there walking, well jogging, and feeling a kind of mental clarity I never experienced before. I was actually able to be in a place where I could be encouraged by God. Without the usual distractions of life I could really focus on God’s promises in Scripture and run towards them rather than pass them by. I remember so many moments where the number of pounds I wanted to loose (+100) seemed it possible. But I kept pressing forward relying on His strength and encouragement and was able to do just that.

    • Tim

      That’s great! I agree 100% with the mental clarity, which makes it so much easier to hear the still, small voice of God. Which makes me think we weren’t created to just sit at a desk from 9 to 5… and then a couch from 7 to 10… I’m gonna have to work on that.

  • Brother Jon

    Two days? What are you, a seven-year-old girl?

    (…no offense to actual seven-year-old girls intended…)

    • Tim

      Actually I’ll be seven in March.