I’m a runner.
I first started really running several months after my daughter was born. That pesky baby weight was still hanging on, and I felt blah from all of the short nights and a basically brand-new life of this wonderfully exhausting thing called mommyhood.
However, I quickly found myself with almost a need to go running. Now I joke with people that I run for two reasons.
One, because it’s faster than walking.
And, two, so I can eat chocolate.
Take your pick…I think they’re both fantastic reasons, though one may tip the scales more than the other. 😉
I just run…I like to get where I’m going, and I like to get there fast.
And the same thing happens with my dreams, too.
I dream big, I dream all-out, and I dream in fast forward.
Must. Happen. Now. Yes, God? I know You totally agree.
I was thinking about this mindset during a Saturday morning several months ago as I tackled my first 10k. In the running world, this is not a huge accomplishment, but it was on my bucket list and something I wanted to cross off with a big, fat, thick X.
And as I
sprinted trotted through those miles of hills, (because why wouldn’t I choose a course full of hills for my first 10k???) I thought a little.
Or, a lot.
About how I treat so much in my life like a race.
Must sprint it, all out, and get there as quickly as possible.
As I trained for this race over the course of several months, I learned something. As the distances get longer and the goal gets bigger, Sprinting. Doesn’t. Work. (<—- Tweet this!)
Must focus on the end goal and ignore the rest.
That’s not such a great plan, either. First of all, I might miss the Gatorade stations…which are all happy and perfect if you like Gatorade and can drink it while you’re running. I tried, I failed. But even more important, there might be some pretty amazing scenery that’s an incredible blessing, not to mention a welcome distraction, when I’m sweating and dripping and gasping for breath around mile 4.7. (Hypothetically, of course…) Ignoring the journey is a lot less fun.
Must get that medal.
This is the first time I’ve run a race long enough to actually earn a medal around my neck at the end, and I have to shamelessly admit that I couldn’t wait for it…a little childish, maybe, but I was excited. Reality? I crossed the finish line in a half-dazed stupor, slightly-stumbled toward the sweet girl handing out medals at the end of the finisher’s corral, accepted mine, and then proceeded to walk over to the ditch, bend over, and heave for a minute or so. Once that was over, there was some celebrating, a few pictures, and coffee. That part was fun. But sometimes the end isn’t all we envision it to be. Oh, it’s still wonderful…but there might be some surprises thrown in there that we aren’t expecting. 😉
When I decided to chase down this dream of writing a book about a year ago, I had a plan in my head…one that looked something like this:
completely adored accepted by the first publisher I meet with.
All in a few months.
Nope. Not. Even. Close.
What I imagined as an all-out sprint has become more of a slow-paced jog through the world of writing and tweaking and more tweaking–handing my words over to a friend, letting the draft sit for awhile, coming back to it, making more changes, pounding out a book proposal, hoping there’s a publisher out there who’d like to talk with me.
I’ve come to realize that my timing isn’t His…but that doesn’t mean the journey isn’t a good one. (<—- Tweet this!)
It’s definitely not the sprint I was hoping for.
But the lessons I’ve learned along the way have only made each twist and turn more beautiful.
And I’ll take those any day as I keep chasing down…or jogging after…my dreams.
What’s something unexpected that He’s blessed you with on the path to your dream?
Shared by: Mel Schroeder
Photo credit: NCinDC