"If you’ve raced with men on foot and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses? If you stumble in safe country, how will you manage in thickets by the Jordan?" (Jeremiah 12:5). Our journey is intended to be more than simply "stumbling" through the days while the world "wears us out.” We are made to experience the thrill of "running with horses” and to navigate life amongst the "thickets." The RWH blog focuses on both the spiritual race of which Jeremiah speaks, and the physical act of running that I absolutely love. In short, it's where "the miles meet the Message" to provide insight, perspective & encouragement that might enable you & I to successfully run either of the races set before us. May our course be purposeful and may we be passionate in our pursuit of the abundant life He desires for us.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

A Meatloaf Morning

Struggling through a hot, humid, long run this morning, when for some strange reason the thought of meatloaf struck me.  No, not the hit-or-miss "special of the day" at your local diner, drive-in or dive.  And no, not the sappy, sensitive former rocker turned Apprentice star.  But rather, it was a flashback to the long haired stage sensation of the 1970’s, Michael Lee Aday ...... OK, so the same Meat Loaf, just not as sappy!

All I could think about was the legendary rock ballad, for which the eventual music video did little justice,  I Would Do Anything For Love.  Hang with me, it will start to make sense.  As I was beginning to think how it had been a long time since a run was this difficult, the words hit me:

“And some days it don’t come easy,
And some days it don’t come hard, 
Some days it don’t come at all, and these are the days that never end”

After hearing this song a few dozen times prior, (it is mile 9 on the marathon play list), it finally made a connection.  You know, it definitely wasn’t coming easy today, but the alternative was that the run wouldn’t happen at all.  That would be worse than the current struggle.  So, I sucked it up and thought about how great it would feel when I finished, and about how grateful I was to have the time and ability to be pounding the pavement today.  

Thank you Mr. Aday, er...., Mr. Loaf.  

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