Why I Run
Someone asked me recently why I run…
Not to look like this: Although she does look good!
Or to look like this– those legs!!
(Not that I’d be caught dead in this outfit. haha! Wow, Carrie, what were you thinking?)
Why I run
No, I run because I want to look like this:
Well, not like Betty White exactly. But someday I want to be old. Not only do I want to be old, but I want to be aged and active.
Running (or whatever works for you) now is my ticket to staying active in the future. The older I get the more I realize that I exercise not to “get the perfect body” or “because I don’t want to get fat.”
I run because when I do I feel strong. I love knowing that my body is strong enough that I can outrun the bad guys or, more likely, catch my plane from a connecting flight. (My husband tells me that you can stop your airline’s agent and they will phone ahead and let the gate know you are there, but where is the fun in that?) I like knowing that my mind is strong enough to keep my legs moving when they want to stop. And I love more than anything knowing that when my body is exhausted, my mind is mush, and I still have a half mile to go that I can pray and ask God for strength to finish strong. If He is willing to give me strength to do a little thing like run an extra half mile, then I know He will give me strength for every BIG thing I face.
“But those who hope the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”
-Isaiah 40:31
