Oh hey. Maybe you thought I forgot to fill you in on all the amazing marathon-ness. I didn’t! Granted, I wrote eight pages of my own memories shortly afterward so you’ll get the condensed bulleted version. Here goes….
What I learned/memories from running a marathon:
- I love people. I love hearing their stories. I love sharing my story to give them a glimpse of God. I love talking about Africa and babies and ministry and dreams and hopes.
- I met the doctor with the goal of running a marathon in each state (he’s finished 22 states). He also threw in a few Ironman’s to boot. Twice in Brazil. He informed me that they are easier than marathons—can you say my head went down the road of “Maybe I should do an Ironman” because it totally did.
- I sat next to an amazing lady who “lost track” of how many marathons she had done–her guess was 90. Including one in Antartica and a few trail ones where you have to pull yourself up cliffs. Hardcore.
- Met a couple of girls who did something “crazy” each summer. This summer was a marathon.
- Another sweet girl just had a baby named Olivia Rayne seven months ago. She shared how she didn’t like being pregnant at all because she didn’t like being “controlled.” Such an interesting perspective I’ve never heard.
- I met a lady who grew up Catholic and is now Lutheran. She shared parts of her story and I was so honored to hear them.
- A guy whose idea of celebrating his 60th birthday meant running a marathon—granted I found out later that even though his sign said it was his birthday today it was really two days ago! Wha! I loved his blunt honesty. He shared that he started running because of “ego.”
- Another man shared with me about how his wife just got back from Swazi. I heart Africa.
- I joked with a lady about how we were going faster than the bus.
- I found myself furrowing my brow at blow horn guy standing on the sidelines trying to tell people about Jesus. Um, excuse me, get out here and run and chat with these people and get to know them and love them…
- An adorable couple with shirts letting us know they were newlyweds.
- Matching texas flag shorts on a couple who held hands and melted my heart. I want a man like that who takes his wife’s hand and loves her well.
- Giving high fives to everyone I could.
- Kids holding signs for their moms….oh my heart.
- Laughing with God about the rain. Embrace the rain and do it anyway.
- Saying thank you to every single volunteer
- Pushing through the hard…and there definitely comes a point where it’s hard. Keep running.
- I’m all about doing life WITH people. That’s when I’m happy. That’s what I love.
- Some people run with you a long while, others only a bit, but they all can add or take away from your journey.
- The wonders of a heat blanket at the finish line.
- Pure exhaustion.
I learned so much. About myself, about God, about life. God blessed me so much through this process. He showed provision and protection along the way. Encouragement in all sorts of forms showed up when I needed it most. He taught me to persevere even in the rain. He reminded me that I care more about bringing people along to run the race with me…my motto lately has been God sees you; see others. Put value on them, encourage them, love them, help them run their race well, run with them.
My heart still overflows with so many thoughts from this experience, but there’s a little snapshot. You might just hear a bit more over the coming weeks and months or just chat with me sometime and I’m brimming with all sorts of God-stories from this.
p.s. if you’re thinking of running one….my advice…do it! and then let me know so i can run it with you =)