I am not an athlete. For every sport my kids try (with cleats, balls, water or gis), I have no legacy of skill or experience to share. Tell me what and where, and I will do my best to get them there with the right stuff, sort of on time.
I can walk. I enjoy swimming, mostly because I can float so well. My athletic skills end here.
But. My husband bought a foofy treadmill while we’re quarantined during a particularly lousy Ohio spring. Foofy because it syncs with an app on my phone and I can “take a walk” almost anywhere in the world. I set my phone on the treadmill’s display, push a few buttons and I am following a guide through the Holi Festival in India, all from the relative comfort of the unfinished side of my basement.
That first treadmill walk ended up more of a walk-jog, and the two after that increased in intensity until I ran for almost three miles. Not in a row. Don’t be ridiculous. But I ran.
There are quarantine days when I can barely move- the lure of the couch, the bed, a comfy chair all no match for the energy I muster.
I get the kids plugged into school, stay close in case there are questions, and by the end of the day I wonder where all the hours went.
But, I ran.
And in this very small way I am reminded how God calls me out of my comfort zone to do His will, to grow into the person He has planned for me to be, to challenge myself and press against the inertia that could stall me, even if I can’t hit a homer, execute a rear naked choke or serve over the net. If I follow Him, who knows what He’ll empower me to do.
Wonderful!!
Thank you!