Melisa and I did our last training run yesterday and it was the worst run I’ve ever had. (Not because of anything Melisa did, though!) On the last leg of the race we always kick it up a notch to finish strong. It’s tough but we concentrate and give it all we’ve got. We don’t slow down; we actually speed up. Yesterday was different. The fatigue (and it wasn’t even physical fatigue) set in way before that last leg. I was almost crying it was so hard.
I can’t explain what was so hard about it. Maybe it was physical fatigue, just not the normal type. We’ve been training every day for the last 2 weeks without a real break. I had 2 days of meaning to do the full distance but running only part of the way and walking the rest so those weren’t really days off.
Maybe it was emotional fatigue. When I got in the car to go home I was still breathing heavily and I started to cry. I would’ve sobbed but it’s very difficult to cry when you can hardly breathe. I couldn’t get a deep enough breath to cry the way I wanted to. That’s a weird feeling, let me tell ya!
I’m doing this for God’s glory, to show what He has done and can do with us when we let Him. After yesterday’s run I knew I was victorious because I didn’t quit but I certainly didn’t feel glorious. First Corinthians 10:31 came to mind. “Whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God [not the glory of Michele].” Maybe God was reminding me that this is about Him getting the glory, not me. Victorious doesn’t always mean glorious.
My friend Mary found a picture of me before I started losing weight. I don’t know exactly when it was taken, but I’d guess about three years ago. This is what God has done and can do with us when we let Him.
It would mean so much if you could cheer Jesus and me on tomorrow morning at 7 at Vinoy Park. Here's a link to a map if you don't know where the park is.
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