This summer the 2012 Olympics will have me glued to the screen. I will be cheering, yelling, screaming, and celebrating with gusto when my team beats out the competition to dive head first across the finish line!
But before the professional athletes take to the track, I will be lacing up my own pair of sneakers to run my first 5k this summer (yes indeedy, I am following through on this one!). In all honesty, training for this has been one of the most revealing, challenging, rewarding, and exhilarating things I have done in a long time. In the process I’ve discovered a whole other side of tenacity, determination, and sheer gumson I didn’t even realize was possible and I now have a deeper appreciation for having a clear definition for success before attempting to complete any goal.
Let me explain what I mean, at the beginning of the process I had a pretty clear idea of what I was trying to accomplish by running this 5k…I wanted to cross the finish line and shatter an old lie I had been convinced to believe, that I could not run. But after jumping feet first into training and talking with other runners my focus actually shifted to getting a great time on the clock and beating out the competition. But a couple of weeks ago during one of my training runs I had a really great wake up call!
I was rounding out the last mile. The wind was blowing through my hair, my heart was pumping, sweat was oozing from my pores, and I was doing it… running…the thing I thought I would never be able to do. When out of the corner of my eye I noticed two runners ahead of me. They were running easy, really relaxed and steady. After exchanging a few pleasantries I decided it was time to out run the ‘competition’, so I shifted gears and started burning rubber…I was feeling really great, my strides were strong and confident…my speed felt sonic. I was smoking the competition and I was feeling really good about it. Then without warning I found myself eating dirt, as the two runners easily cruised passed me. I was panting, they were breathing nice and easy. I was trying, they were just running, steady and easy, eyes forward, not on me. I tried to catch up, but it was a done deal, they had royally smoked me instead…and did I mention that they were in their 70s, I’m pretty sure right on the verge of 80!
After gathering up my ego and wiping the egg off my face, I paused and took in the entire experience and I realized that I had lost focus on what was important to me, why I had started this process to begin with. I had been so focused on the technicalities of running and getting good at it that I had forgotten about enjoying the experience of running. So now I’ve adjusted my approach to training and I now have a simple, yet clear picture of what success means for me. I’m not focused on or worried about competing with anyone external to me. This race is not about that! Its about doing something I didn’t think I could do. Simple. Therefore crossing the finish line will be success for me. So I am leaving trying to outshine the competition for the pros to worry about! Getting royally smoked made me realize the value in staying focused on your race and more importantly of not underrating the immense value of just remaining steady. Ego won’t get me across the line, but persistance, a steady pace and an unyielding focus will. So my strategy is simple: set a pace and stick to it…as long as I am making strides forward I’m still in the race…and as long as I’m in the race I can be 100% confident that I WILL cross the finish line…anything else will be just gravy added on
HERE’S TO VICTORY AND COMPLETING A GOAL THAT BEFORE seemed LIKE AN IMPOSSIBILITY…I can do All things through Christ that strengthens me!








