What a day! Never in my wildest imagination did I think I could run a half marathon. Until late January, I had never run over 3 miles in my life and that was almost 20 years ago.
While, at the time, I cursed his name during my training I’m very thankful Michael Hyatt emailed me back in January and challenged me to do this.
I made some great new friends along the way and had the opportunity to train and race with my wife, Brandi, which was an absolute blast. We had never done anything like this together and it was an experience we’ll never forget.
On top of all that, we’ve been able to raise some money for a great cause. It’s not too late for you guys to give. CLICK HERE if you would like to make a donation. I’d be honored for you to help sponsor our cause.
I was reminded of the power of running for a purpose today. Around mile 8 I passed a young lady I would assume was 20 or 21. She had a sign on of her back which said, “I’m running in memory of my Daddy.”
I was already pretty emotional, but after reading her sign and looking into her eyes I just lost it. The tears started flowing and I couldn’t stop crying. I started to play all kind of different scenarios in my mind.
Was her dad a big runner?
Had they ran together before he died?
Had he just passed away this year?
Was this her way of dealing with the pain of that loss?
It immediately focused me on my cause, my mission. To help celebrate and bring attention to the cause of reconciliation through education. There is so much power you can tap into when you get focused on a goal that is important to you.
Thanks to all of you who supported me via your prayers, your financial donations, your tweets, and your cheering along the sidelines. Will I run again next year? Too soon to tell. Right now I’m going to get some rest, pop a few more ibuprofen and pray I’m not to sore to walk up the steps of the stage tomorrow to preach.
