August 5, 2014

Runner Woman

Though I like to run, and I'm trying to become better at it, I am not really a runner.

At least not in the long distance marathon sort of way.

But when I get out there on the pavement and my blood starts pumping and music is blasting in my ears, my feet take on a rhythm and pace all their own and something shifts in me and I start acting like a runner.

I become a runner.

I run fast and hard and I wave to the other runners as they pass me by, and when they don't wave back because they're tired or concentrating or maybe because waving isn't cool, I give them a little nod that says, "Hey! How's it going? We got this thing! We can do this!" And sometimes they look back at me like, "Seriously? Are you for real? You're not really a runner. You're just pretending to be one." And I just smile and give them a look that says, "Oh. Yes. I. Am. A. Runner. Watch me!" And then I take off and run as fast as I possibly can.

I get a little feisty out there on that hot, steamy pavement. Something comes alive in me, something wakens and stirs deep in my heart. The fog lifts. My mind is free and I can think and feel and see things clearly.

I do some of my best writing out there on those streets where words flow freely as sweat pours down my face and endurance and strength take deeper root in my heart.

God meets me there and runs with me. He reminds me of who I am and what I'm capable of. He cheers me on and gives me the nod that says, "You've got this. You are for real. You are a runner. I see you and I'm proud of you."

And to that, I pick up my pace and throw up my arms and run down those streets with everything I have and everything in me.






"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a huge crowd of witnesses to the life of faith, 
let us strip off every weight that slows us down, especially the sin that so easily trips us up. 
And let us run with endurance the race God has set before us."
~ Hebrews 12:1

"I believe God made me for a purpose, but he also made me fast. 
And when I run, I feel his pleasure."
~  Chariots of Fire

"Run like you stole something."
~ Unknown

"This girl is on fire..."
~ Alicia Keys



  1. hello! you commented on a picture of mine on Instagram a few weeks ago. I was trying to channel my inner Edward Scissor Hand. Anyway! :) I wanted to check out your blog, and *finally* had a moment to do so. I loved reading it. And this one, made me feel like we are kindred hearts. I too, am not a runner. They are half gazelle. And I'm probably more like half water buffalo. But I love a good run. The treadmill is like a cathedral for me. I step on, start running, have the music poured into my ears, where it feels like the music is coming from me, around me, inside of me. My mind wanders and I do my best writing, in my head, with my feet pounding to the beat of His heart. So, one day, after the chocolate fondue fountain at the marriage supper of the lamb, let's lace up our kicks, and have a run. Can you imagine the writing we'll be doing in our heads then? Oh glory!

    1. Yes to the treadmill being like a cathedral! I've had some of the most precious times of worship while I'm working and sweating it out. There's definitely a connection between my physical strength and my spiritual strength, and I'm growing in recognizing that and CHOOSING to work out and run. My mind convinces me differently sometimes and I instead choose the sofa, or the thousand other things I need to do. Can't wait for the chocolate fondue fountain in heaven, calorie free for sure, and I look forward to lacing up my kicks and taking a run with you! Jesus can join us… I bet he's FAST! Blessings to you...


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