Today while training for a 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. I trained hard and 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.
Maybe winning this race would make it happen. The gun went off and I took off like a shot. After the first turn I was ahead of everybody. At a quarter mile I just ran out of gas. I tried to keep going but it was impossible.
My stomach sent a message to my brain. The sandwich I had eaten earlier in the day didn’t want to run with me anymore. Before I knew it 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 an appearance.
Instead of running to finish, I had run to beat all the other runners. God has not called you to beat anyone. He has called you to finish. Pace yourself