My marathon training plan required me to run 12 miles this weekend. I normally try to run on Saturday or Sunday mornings but because this weekend I’m traveling, I reached out to my local running club to see if anyone was willing to run 12 miles with me on a Friday morning. There were two ladies who were willing to join me.
But last night, one of them messaged me to say that the weather report showed a high chance of thunderstorms during the time we would be running.
I run slow.
12 miles is a long time to be getting rained on.
And who wants to run in the rain?
To be honest, I really wanted to throw my hands up in the air and say, “O.K. girls! Nevermind. Looks like this Friday is not gonna be a good day for a long run. Stay home and enjoy the extra sleep.” But I had already put myself out there. I felt like I needed to maintain my “athletic girl” posture so I said, “Alright, well let’s hope for the best and see what the weather is doing in the morning.”
I spent a few minutes laying out running clothes, preparing my water bottle, and packing my energy snacks and went to bed.
Fast forward to 4:11 a.m. I stared at my phone with a look of disbelief. Did I really get up at dark-thirty in the morning to probably message my running friends and cancel. I logged onto to the Facebook Group and said instead, “It’s not raining here… yet. Ya’ll still want to try?”
Soooooo secretly hoping that they, like me, wanted to avoid the possibility of rain more than relish in the accomplishment long run.
Both of them were willing to run in the rain.
I dragged myself up and out the door… totally thinking that I was going to drive to our meeting spot only to turn around and come back home when it started pouring, lightning, and thundering away.
We ran 12 miles.
It didn’t rain.
Not. One. Drop.
I was totally ready to through in the towel due to the possibility of bad weather.
I was willing to throw away the sense of accomplishment and almost 2000 calories burned because I was afraid of what might happen.
I was willing to get rid of my #milesformercy run.
How quickly we give up with the slightest chance of bad weather.
I almost worried my way into a sense of regret when hours later, I realized that it didn’t rain at all.
How often does this happen to us in everyday life?
How often do we avoid the possibility of success because we are too focused on the fear of failure?
How often do we stay still instead of moving ahead, simply because we’d rather believe the bad stuff than believe the chance of the good.
How often to you refuse to live with hope?
I do it all the time.
I expect the worst instead of expecting the best.
I believe the negative faster than I believe the positive.
I sit still instead of forging ahead.
This morning taught me something.
There are probably mounds of opportunities that I’ve missed because I didn’t forge ahead in hope.
I want to challenge you to live with hope today.
I don’t care what the weather man might say.
Take the chance.
Get up and move.
Go the distance.
…but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength; they will fly up on wings like eagles; they will run and not be tired; they will walk and not be weary. Isaiah 40:31
You can choose to hope.
You can choose to believe the best.
You can choose to act as if the things will work out just fine.
Be happy in your hope, stand your ground when you’re in trouble, and devote yourselves to prayer. Romans 12:12
And when you can’t change your circumstances you can absolutely change your attitude about where you physically have to be.