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26.2 miles

A metric marathon. A MARATHON. In a post I wrote, what seems like ages ago, I shared that one of my dreams was to run a marathon. At the time I wrote that I had no intentions of actually running a marathon anytime in the near future. But here I am, training for a metric marathon (16.2 miles) and praying about running a MARATHON in March.

After I got home from the gym this morning, I was talking to my husband and trying to figure out when to get my long run in this weekend. He looked at me.

"When did this start? The running thing? When did it start exactly?"

Now, my husband could probably guess around when, but I knew the exact moment.

Our August vacation in Cape Cod. I was a few months into my Transformation Challenge. I was working out regularly. I did high intensity cardio on the treadmill, and ran outside a few times, but never ran more than three miles. And the times I did run outside, they were pretty pathetic. Each run I did do, I battled my own negative self-talk. I was convinced I could not do it. I could not run. Period. And when you are constantly telling yourself that in a run, you believe it.

So while we were on vacation, the town that we were staying in was having a 5 mile race on our last full day there. I wanted to run in it. I have no idea why, but I did. The day before the race, the route was getting marked out. We drove down a few of the streets that would be filled with runners in less that 24 hours. I looked at the hills. 5 miles. I thought, "I can't do it". So, I did not even try.

A few days later, I was at home at the gym and I remember thinking to myself. "Katie, you really can't run. 5 miles! What were you thinking?"

Then this verse popped in my head:

"I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Philippians 4:13

Then, it came to me again.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me. I can run whatever distance. HE will give me the strength. All of this is for HIS glory.

I prayed through the rest of that run. Two days later I ran 5 miles and I have not turned back since.

You see, running has become a spiritual journey for me. I believe everyone has a Goliath in their life. Something God is calling you to face. Something that you do not think you can defeat. Something that only the power of God can get you through. As silly as this may sound, My Goliath is running. The thing that only a few months ago, I really did not believe I could do, I now love to do. I use my time running as a time of prayer. I have my iPod loaded with upbeat Christian music and Praise and Worship and I hit the road. My faith has grown stronger in those runs alone with Christ.

I still get nervous each morning of my long run days. Will I make it? An extra mile? Oh, not sure . . haven't done that amount of miles yet. Do I have to do this? Is my cell phone charged in case I have to have my husband come and pick me up? And then my husband looks at me, "Just run, Katie." And out the door I go. The worries fade with the first few strides. The journey of strengthening my faith has begun.

So, the natural next step for me is a half-marathon. About a month ago I found one in December that is not too far away. Prefect timing for a training schedule I have, so I decided to train for it. But, I have found a metric marathon, which is closer to my home and is only the week before the other race. What's three more miles when your are running that far anyways? ;-) And, I am praying about running a marathon in March (My husband is too . . . it will be a time commitment for the whole family).

I am looking forward to seeing what God has in store for me in those miles ahead!

Comments

  1. So cool!!!!!!!! I have that negative self-talk thing with running now. I don't know what happened since I used to really enjoy it. Very inspiring!

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  2. Oh Im queen of negative self talk. Its what I grew up with....its some sick twisted family tradition.

    Anyway, I love your story. You are so inspirational:) I'm glad you are doing so well and enjoying it:)

    D

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  3. there are 2 marathons fairly close by in March. I'll probably do one or both of them...so let me know...

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  4. Hi, I just found your blog through SArdonic Catholic Dad's blog. Wow, we have so many things in commom!! I also have three boys close in age (and a little girl now too!), make myself run, and grew up where you mentioned you recently vacationed - Cape Cod!! Very cool, I will be visiting you often :)

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  5. Oh my ... I am feeling these very same feelings about running.

    Love the quote. Really, that does say it all.

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