I went to the gym last night… I do not like the gym. I got on a treadmill… I really do not like treadmills. I ran… I hate running.
Despite my intense hatred, I ended up doing pretty well. I ran 20 minutes, walked 10 and I didn’t die! (Lindsey & Ashley, I know that’s not really a lot, but I felt rather accomplished 🙂 ) I even ran at a 3 incline and walked at a 6.
I don’t like running because it makes me hurt ~ my teeth, my throat, my chest, my elbows. I try to keep my jaw slack, my shoulders down, and my arms loose so I don’t tense up, but still, I hurt. (Elbows… really?!) I jiggle like a jello mannequin. If I forget to wear my contacts, my glasses jostle and slide around. On a treadmill, I get this terrible hamster-on-a-wheel feeling where life seems meaningless. All in all, not an experience I enjoy.
But eventually I settle into a rhythm and it’s not so bad. I actually think my whole body goes numb and just keeps moving of it’s own accord! During other cardio activities, I can watch tv, listen to my ipod, or at least think, not so with running. When I run, I can do nothing but focus on my breathing ~ in, 2, 3, 4… out, 2, 3, 4. If I lose my count, if my mind wanders even for a second, I start breathing erratically and panting like some deranged dog. Not good. So I have to close my eyes and focus on my breathing. I become utterly dependent on each breath… that one breath in and out is all I can think of…
I wonder… what if I was as dependent on and focused on Jesus, the breath of life, as I run the race He has set before me?