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from time to time, people ask me why i push my body to the limits and why i "enjoy" my sometimes excessively difficult track practices. They wonder what drives me to run repeat 800's at a 2 minute pace. They wonder why i enjoy running (not jogging) 8-10 miles as often as i do. They wonder what goes on in my head to submit myself to long and tiring workouts, which often leave me too exhausted too walk up stairs or stand up out of a chair. They dont understand it all. I was begining to believe that what i was doing everyday for 3-4 hours a day was all pointless. That belief was utterly shattered yesterday. I remembered why i do it all.
I had my first track meet of the season yesterday. I was beginning to forget the thrill and energy of stepping into the starting blocks, feeling my body compress like a spring only to quickly explode forward in a flash of speed and adrenaline. Yesterday, i was reminded of the sheer energy eminating from myself and feeling that same energy radiating from others i race against. Even as i write, my heart races, and just thinking about the power that the simplest of physical competition has. I fight exhaustion everyday for the thrill of hearing someone running close behind me and being more than able to laugh on the inside and push myself even faster to be able to pull away from the competition. I love the thrill of running past someone, and i can almost taste the discontentment of the guy i am passing on the last strech of a race. To be so fast, so strong, so able, so very determined. I love it.
Some people just wont understand the thrill, the excitement, the ecstacy that occurs after winning a race and knowing that all the months, all the sweat, all the blood, all the pain, all of it- pays off infinitely more. I love it. I love the thrill, the competition. I love it all.
Thank you Jesus, thank you so much for blessing me so immeasurably with the gift of speed. You have graciously given me the determination to fight the pain, fight the exhaustion, and I see now that the payoff is so much more than the investment. Thank you Jesus. Thank you thank you thank you. I love you Jesus
I had my first track meet of the season yesterday. I was beginning to forget the thrill and energy of stepping into the starting blocks, feeling my body compress like a spring only to quickly explode forward in a flash of speed and adrenaline. Yesterday, i was reminded of the sheer energy eminating from myself and feeling that same energy radiating from others i race against. Even as i write, my heart races, and just thinking about the power that the simplest of physical competition has. I fight exhaustion everyday for the thrill of hearing someone running close behind me and being more than able to laugh on the inside and push myself even faster to be able to pull away from the competition. I love the thrill of running past someone, and i can almost taste the discontentment of the guy i am passing on the last strech of a race. To be so fast, so strong, so able, so very determined. I love it.
Some people just wont understand the thrill, the excitement, the ecstacy that occurs after winning a race and knowing that all the months, all the sweat, all the blood, all the pain, all of it- pays off infinitely more. I love it. I love the thrill, the competition. I love it all.
Thank you Jesus, thank you so much for blessing me so immeasurably with the gift of speed. You have graciously given me the determination to fight the pain, fight the exhaustion, and I see now that the payoff is so much more than the investment. Thank you Jesus. Thank you thank you thank you. I love you Jesus