I ran in the Worldwide WordPress 5K yesterday. I wish I could say it was a great run.
But it wasn’t. I planned to run 5 1/2 miles but I cut the run short because I felt terrible. My legs hurt. I couldn’t get my breathing right. And my arms even hurt at one point. It was my worst feeling run to date. But I got the 3.1 miles in.
Since last year a lot of good things have happened with my running. I run regularly and longer distances and at a faster pace. I ran an 8K in May. I finished a Spartan Race in August and I will run my first 10K in October.
Most importantly I will run tomorrow and I will run my planned 5 1/2 miles. Even if hurts.
Because I want to get better at this.
In the mid 90s I watched my dad learn a total new way of doing his work. The company he worked for did what most companies did at that time and upgraded the way of doing things to computers and software and transmitting data through the Internet. He’d always used his mechanical pencils, triangular ruler, other items I never knew the names of and his calculator to get the numbers. And he was good at it too. Dad was just fine with his old school ways of estimating.
But the bulky computer came anyway. It sat on a hand-built shelf atop Dad’s drafting table. He built the shelf after he accepted the new way.
But it took a while. A long while.
This computer stuff and the email and the downloading files and working out the glitches frustrated my dad. A lot. He thought he was too old to learn the new ways. He thought about quitting. He wanted to give up.
But he didn’t. He stuck with it even when he couldn’t see how it would ever work. And he had that job until the day he died. That job enabled him to work from his home office for years while he cared for Mom. The frustrating technology and new way of doing things that Dad resisted so much at first was the exact blessing he needed later.
Dad stayed the course. He persevered. He stuck it out.
My parents were “see it through” kind of people.
My dad beat his addiction to alcohol. That doesn’t happen if you give up.
Mom stayed with Dad through a lot of painful years of marriage. Fifty-one years don’t happen unless you see it through.
Thank God I have some of that grit too.
Have you hit hard times? Don’t know how you’re going to make it through another day?
Want to give up, give in or quit the whole thing?
See it through my weary friend! See it through!
“But we do not belong to those who shrink back and are destroyed, but to those who have faith and are saved.” Hebrews 10:39 NIV