|Photo by Bob Jagendorf|
season to be racing. State track meets, 5Ks, 10Ks, half-marathons, marathons
and ultra-marathons (Lord, save me!)
There was a brief period of my life where I hesitantly referred
to myself as a “runner.” “Shuffler” would have been a more accurate term, but
for clarity’s sake I said “runner.”
didn’t set any land-speed or distance records, I did learn a lot about tenacity.
And my brief tenure as a “runner” has been an apt metaphor for almost every
about dieting? Spiritual growth? Musical education? Foster care? Career changes?
Writing? I can make all kinds of applications in light of my grueling days on
the treadmill as I clipped off 3 miles in 35 minutes.
Oh yes I
the honor of guest posting at (in)courage.me. I’ve written about just one of
the many lessons I learned and you can click here to read about it.
I hope you’ll
join me there. If you’re encouraged or at least slightly entertained, feel free
to share as a way of helping me thank (in)courage for allowing me to contribute.