Many, many years ago, I had the blessing to live in a suburban setting where I could head out in one direction and walk hills, and head out another direction and walk by the bay. All of this was within 5 minutes of my front door.
My agenda today happened to take me back to this place, and I remembered that bayside walking path and thought about having the appropriate pieces of clothing along in my car.
If only I had followed that instinct this morning. For as I now sit along this path, with a beautiful spring breeze at my back, I have this strong urge to just run.
Once when I was about 4 or 5, my parents and I were out in the countryside and had to walk back to the bus. It was a long distance. Playfully, I started to run ahead. My parents let me, thinking that my little legs would tire shortly. They didn’t and I as a child didn’t think about stopping. Twenty minutes later I head my father yelling my name. And I thought it was just a game! Finally he caught up with me and he asked me, very nicely, if I could stop. As I looked backwards I realized that I had run for essentially a good mile or so. My mother was far behind us, holding onto my little brother. As my father and I walked back to her, he didn’t scold – he merely mentioned that I must like to run.
Years later, to today, if I had my running shoes I would run with that same determination. And even though I probably could not run a full mile without breaking down, I would continue to just run – because there is a freedom to being as close to the wind as possible that is just energizing, rejuvenating, and giddy making.
If I had packed those running shoes, I’d be giddy right now. Breathless and giddy, and loving it. Just goes to show – arthritis and weak bones may be a reality. But God made me a runner, one that just does it as a game. Go figure.