But today I ran the Get Lucky 7K. Not only did I run it, I ran the first 3K non-stop, I slowed to a walk for a total of maybe 2 minutes, and I still finished it in 47 minutes 34 seconds. Me - the fat and 48 year-old guy. Here's the proof:
Notice the cool medallion hanging around my neck? Notice the sweat on my shirt? (and it was under 40 degrees outside!) Notice the beer nearly gone? Notice the fairly slim body - Holy Cow!!! - I just noticed the fairly slim body!! I look gooooood!
Anyway, the whole point of this post is this: as much as I hated running most my life, after 2.5 months of training for this, I have discovered that my muscles actually want to run. Hard. Fast! Unfortunately, my lungs are still trying to keep up - but I'll give them the practice they need. Eventually they will be able to keep up.
I know this because I know Who is in charge. And since He can make my muscles want to run, He can make my lungs want to supply the oxygen needed to run that hard. I'll just keep practicing while I wait on Him to provide the lung power to keep up.
This is me living. Not giving up. Getting healthy - I'm down 32 pounds since January 1! I am so enjoying the life God gave me to enjoy.
Even enjoying running.
Here's another picture of me - with my muse, Minda:
