I was never a runner. I hated running. The closest I ever came to being a runner was during my high school football career. But even then I only ran as to lay a smack down on some unsuspecting running back. I could do that all day. But I have never been interested in running aimlessly. Until….
Finding Your Purpose
One day I was playing with my oldest son Jacob and after about fifteen minutes of chasing him around the yard I thought I was gonna die of exhaustion. The catch here was he was only seven years old. CRAP! I thought, if he is only seven now and I’m breathing this heavy, what am I gonna do when he is fifteen? The next morning I started running. I ran two miles and thought my face was going to explode off of my head.
It took me a month of face exploding runs before I began to find my feet. It was during my first four mile run when a runner was birthed in me. I was nervous. Could I actually run four miles without stopping? After a month of running I was sure a four miler would cause cardiac arrest. I told myself that I would run for one hour straight. If I completed the four miles in that time then great. If not, then I would try again. Continue Reading…