I don’t run. At least not physically. At times, I visit Radnor Lake here in Nashville and I’ll run – just to be hip with the cool kids – for about 0.05 miles. Then I stop. I walk. And admire all the beauty that is Radnor Lake that, otherwise, had I been running, I’d miss.
What’s with society’s obsession with running marathons anyway? Many versions can be found online, but the legend generally goes as Pheidippides, a Greek messenger, being sent from the Battle of Marathon to Athens to announce that the Persians had been defeated during the battle in 490 B.C. Pheidippides ran the entire distance from the battlefield to Athens without pausing for a break, ran into the assembly where he exclaimed, “Nike”, meaning “victory”. Then he died.
So many people since have come up with the brilliant idea to run the same distance to commemorate Pheidippides, and attempt to prove that it is perfectly fine for our bodies to work out in such a way. Thank you, but I will stick to squats, Zumba and the Horizontal Running Team.
I’m glad the only marathon I have to run will not end in death, at least not an eternal death. And I will receive far more than a bumper sticker.
“Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize. Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last, but we do it to get a crown that will last forever.” (1 Corinthians 9:24-25)
“Brothers and sisters, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 3:13-14)
I’m running alright!
Until next time 🙂 In Christ,