Hey, you. On the side of the road. Feeling all fat and bloated. But trying to run anyway, even though you think you look awkward.
You’re my hero today.
I have no idea who you are. But seeing you just now as I drive by all comfy and clean, I have the urge to park my car, stand in the grass, and give you high fives.
I’m not sure why . . . .
Maybe because I see the sweat slinging off you and that pumps me up.
Maybe because I remember how hard it is to make my feet go when they want to stop.
Maybe because I’ve been encouraged by sideliners before and know the difference they can make.
So though I’m not interrupting your run to tell you, I am thanking God for you.
Because you’re out there making a difference. Not only for yourself. But for your family. For your friends.
And even for strangers like me who applaud your 4 mph pace out of the corner of my 60 mph machine.
Because when one of us sees another of us doing a hard thing, the other of us is encouraged to do a hard thing, too.
I may not go run this afternoon, but I might cook a better meal, or make a hospital visit, or, well, write a blog post about an overweight runner being my hero.
So stranger, I say press on!
You may or may not get skinny from your running. But you will get stronger.
And God used you today to make me stronger, too. I thank him—and you—for that.
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Who has inspired you to push harder lately just because they did?
- Go barefoot: The practice of walking on earth
- Not perfecting the words: The Word perfecting me