13.1 – 2.0

I did it!

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Bruce and I headed up to Alton Bay, NH last weekend for the Big Lake Half Marathon.  We had a blast!

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We weren’t able to leave Rehoboth until 7-ish on Friday night, so after the three-hour drive, we pretty much got into town, checked in and headed to bed.  The next morning I was up early and headed over to the starting line with a few friends of mine.  It was 43 degrees when we started!  Brrrr.

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It’s so funny how life changes you.  I’ve run one half marathon before.  I was 25 years old, living in Atlanta and finishing up my requirements for ordination.  I was working 30 hours a week and living in a small apartment with Bruce.  I had so much time to obsess over it.  I tracked each training workout carefully, logged times, miles and had somehow convinced myself that my worth was tied up in whether or not I could run as fast as other people.  My life revolved around training for this race.  I don’t remember how long it took me to finish last time (maybe 2:33?) but I remember reading other running and healthy living bloggers and – even though I was proud of myself for finish – still wondering why I was so much slower than them.

Fast forward five years.  In addition to the fact that I was definitely undertrained (seriously – how do people who work full time train for marathons?? I can’t imagine the amount of time that must take), my priorities were just different.  My life revolves around my ministry and it’s amazing how that shifted my perspective on things.  I wanted to cross the finish line with a smile on my face and feel good the next day when I had to preach.  Instead of staring at my pace watch throughout the race like I did in Atlanta, I spent much of the run praying for other people.  Anytime someone ran by me in purple (and trust me – a lot of people ran by me!) I prayed for a cure for Rett Syndrome.  I prayed for a sweet mom in my congregation who is facing a very serious health condition.  I prayed for all of the moms in my life since Mother’s Day was the next day.  I thought about our struggles and our successes over the past four years.  I prayed that God would continue to give me guidance and wisdom as I grow in my leadership at RCC.  With the exception of the last three miles (which were brutal and I’m convinced I only survived because I had amazing songs shuffle on my playlist!), the time flew by.

I didn’t care how long it took me to cross the finish line.  I was proud of myself for trying, for setting the goal for myself and for finishing without caring that people finished faster.  I still ran 13.1 miles!  And you know what?  At this point in my life, I just want to be great at other things.  I want to be a dynamic preacher.  I want to be a good teacher.  I want to bring comfort to people in times of tragedy.  I want to be the person and pastor God is calling me to be – in my life and (specifically right now) at the Rehoboth Congregational Church.

So I finished in 2:36 (according to my watch, I don’t think the official results have been posted yet).  My legs were SCREAMING on the hills and I slowed down tremendously the last few miles.

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But I had a freaking blast.

It was so nice to get away.  We stayed right on Lake Winnipesaukee, so Bruce was able to do some fishing.

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We ended up staying on Saturday night and waking up early early on Sunday morning to get back to Rehoboth.  I was a little discombobulated when I got to church (I’m so used to working in my office on Saturday night!) but tried to focus on the amazing group of confirmands that was leading worship.  I was so proud of them!

So 13.1 2.0 definitely looks different than 13.1 1.0.

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But man, I am grateful for this journey.

 

 

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