If you’re going to listen to music, make sure it’s got a beat that is consistant with your running pace or you might find yourself burning out after 1 mile. No more techno. Maybe Hymns in the Vinyard next time.
Realizing you’re paced yourself too fast, and then looking to your left to see friends who’ve run up beside you and are there until the finish line = God’s provision for that moment.
Whether you’re 12 or 32, it means the world when your family comes, on time, to watch. This is particularly significant if you’re a middle child. MCs, you know what I mean.
It’s pointless to stress about being on time to the race on Saturday when it’s only Monday night.
There are a lot of pretty men that run.
When it hurts so bad you think you can’t take another step, “Jesus help me!” may not mean the pain goes away or the road turns downhill. Sometimes it just means that you find yourself at the finish line knowing Who got you there, even if you don’t know how it happened.