Day 27
I love running. I haven’t run in a long time because of certain muscles like a hip flexor that still nags me for mangling it back when I ran cross country in college (very very very slowly, mind you), and certain joints like my right knee which doesn’t like the pounding pain it feels after I pound the sidewalk a little too hard. These days, walking is my modus exercisi.
Still, deep down, and sometimes bubbling up to the surface, I love running. Many people don’t. Some think running, just running, is boring. I’ve never been bored on a run. I’ve felt like I was going to die on a run. I’ve felt like I wanted to die on a run. Running has challenged me, enthralled me, hurt me, but it’s certainly never bored me. I’m far more apt to be bored walking.
When I run, I feel fast and graceful. I know I’m not. I’m pretty clumsy and probably look more polar bear-ish than cheetah-like. But I love the breeze on my face and the steady smack of my sneakers on the ground. A few weeks ago when it was still spring, I threw caution to the wind on a grassy field back behind MU. I sprinted. Arms flung wide, I ran that for all I was worth.
It was delicious.
So, I’m thinking someday soon I’ll get to that point where I say, “Forget my knees, forget my muscles.I’m gonna go running.” No doubt, that sentiment will come back to bite me.
But when you wake up every morning to the strains of the theme from Chariots of Fire, as I do, eventually resistance becomes futile.
Onward.
Psalm 119:32 “I run in the path of your commands, for you have set my heart free.”
There’s no truer freedom – from sin, guilt, fear, death – then when one walks (or runs!) on God’s path.
Made for Eternity 
katie, i just had to laugh because i remember quite clearly hearing that Chariots of Fire theme in the morning…. and unfortunately it never inspired me to go running. 😉