While training for my first triathlon, I did something I haven’t done since High School...
In High School, I went out for track and trained to run 800 meters, which is about a half a mile. On the day of the track meet, I was ready to go.
This was a special day because my girlfriend was in the stands. Okay she didn’t know that she was my girlfriend, but I knew, and that was all that counted. I thought that winning this race might ignite romantic sparks! What happened was quite the opposite.
The starting gun went off and I took off like I was shot out of a cannon. After the first turn, I was ahead of everybody! But at a quarter-mile, I began to hit the wall. My legs felt like fence posts. My lungs were on fire. I tried to keep going but it was impossible.
At that moment my stomach sent a text to my brain…
“The sandwich you ate at lunch doesn’t want to run with you anymore.”
Suddenly I was kneeling on the infield grass. The sandwich came up first, followed by a pizza I had eaten a week ago. Finally, a jar of strained peas I had eaten when I was a baby made a grand appearance. Only the sandwich had the decency to send a text.
I never saw the finish line that day. All I saw was a sandwich, a pizza, and some strained peas.
Recognizing the mistakes I made has been helpful as I have run this race of life. It might help you as well.
Instead of setting a goal to finish, I had run with the goal to beat all the other runners.
How much time do we waste competing with others or comparing ourselves to others instead of running to finish well?
God has not called you to beat anyone. He has called you to finish.
The path of life is littered with folks kneeling on the infield from burnout and discouragement, men and women who have forgotten a few simple principles.
Be the best you can be and forget about comparing yourself with others.
Pace yourself to finish well.
Don’t eat Pizza before you run.