I went home, had some breakfast, took a shower and then headed to my church. I waited with some other ladies as we got ready to depart for a retreat. On the way to our retreat location guess who I saw? The same guy was still running. It was at least an hour later, and we were on the opposite side of town. I could hardly believe it.
On Monday, I read about a woman who completed the Chicago marathon and later gave birth to her full-term baby. I really can’t imagine running a marathon, let alone doing it while being nine months pregnant. She did a running/walking combination, but still, it was a marathon.
The more I thought about these two things, the more I felt like my little running gig was kind of a joke.
But then I read Emily Freeman’s post yesterday. She’s writing 31 Days to Change the World. (It’s good stuff. You should check it out.) Her post was about finding your passion. And not only that, but being OK with other people having different passions.
And that was just what I needed to hear. Running is not my passion. And it probably never will be. It’s been a challenge and a good way to get some exercise. And it has also given me plenty of ideas for what I do really enjoy: writing about what I learn in this life I live.