I was struggling. I didn't know if I would finish well, if I'd have to start walking, if my body would hold up until the end. It was after all seven years and three babies since my last feat of this caliber.
Your mind wanders, you think of all kinds of random. Most of all you don't think of your body, if you can. If you can't, you'll overwhelm yourself.
I was thinking of my body and being able to finish. Then I starting thinking about God. I wondered what I could do for Him, if he would help me finish this race. What would please Him?
I know, if you allow me to finish this race, I promise, I'll go to confession.
Yes, I really did say that.
Two and a half years ago in June I finished the half marathon, with my family all waiting for me down by Lake Superior, all thanks to God.
It took another month or so to finish my part of the promise. That's when the ball really started rolling or should I say running?
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you. ~ Matthew 7:7