[how do you share your passion?]

[how do you share your passion?]

It has been almost a year and a half since I’ve started running.

In May of 2016, I remember training for the 5K run and being so proud I’ve done it. I remember being so worn out. I also remember reading my running friends’ updates and wondering “How do they run for 5K, 10K, or MARATHONS?!” I remember thinking “I’ll never run more than 5K, my body will not let me.” I remember comparing my pace to that of my friends and thinking “I’m like a snail next to them, a grandma with a walker…”

I still do that every once in a while, but not as often. All this time, I’m learning things about myself and my friends and people in general.

I have learned that training brings fruit (duh.) I have learned that if I train properly, the day of the competition will be a piece of cake (or, at least, will probably seem less exhausting than a training for the same distance.

I have learned that I need friends who

  1. push me beyond the limits of what I think of myself,
  2. motivate me to keep on when I want to give up and
  3. go the way with me. It might or might not be the same people.

I have learned that there will be people who will wonder why on earth am I running – it’s so much easier to just go home or meet with friends.

It’s nothing new for those who have been training for a long time, but I feel like a toddler who is discovering a whole new world.

As I run, most of the time I’m listening to audiobooks, but there are also days when I just run and think, letting my mind run wild along with me.

I used to laugh that running is a sect of its own.

Right now, I think “Running is so similar to being a believer.”

One of the lessons I’ve learned recently: you can’t really tell someone why you run. It’s one of those experiences that you feel. It comes from the inside. It feels like the right thing to do and it’s freeing you, your body and your mind. Every time someone asks me why I run, I blank out. I say that it feels good, even when it doesn’t feel that exciting DURING the run itself sometimes. Sometimes you feel like you’re about to collapse… and then the finish line is right there in front of you and you suddenly feel strong again. (And, oh, that glorious feeling when you cross the threshold of the finish line! I feel like I can grin forever.)

Same with believing in God. When I tell people I am a Christian and that I believe in God, oftentimes I see facial expressions that seem to say “Oh, you’re one of ‘those’…”

Whenever I’m asked why I believe, I can’t put it into words other than “It makes sense.” My strong sides are learning and connectedness, and I can see God’s hand everywhere. And life doesn’t feel easy at times. There are times you feel like this is it, you can’t run, you can’t even walk any further… and then you get a glimpse of the finish line or your friend cheers you up from the sideline and you feel stronger again.

 I know very well how foolish it sounds to those who are lost, when they hear that Jesus died to save them. But we who are saved* recognize this message as the very power of God. (1 Corinthians 1:18, Living Bible)

Running isn’t a competition for me. I am not a competitive person in general (with little exceptions), I’d rather be a team player, where you can support someone and someone else can support you (whether mentally or physically).

Being a Christian is the same. I will never be better than someone else, but the wonderful truth is that I don’t have to be. I am who I am. It’s in my hands to help someone on the life path.

P.S. This is me crossing the finish line of my first 10K official run.


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