Yesterday morning I caught a few minutes of a news segment about people who have had near-death experiences. One woman who survived malfunctioning equipment during a deep sea diving expedition shared a favorite saying of her husband:
Believe that you can or believe that you can't.
Either way, you're right.
There is so much truth in that saying. As I have trained for next week's adventure, I have found that around miles 3 and 8 I have a little bit of a mental crisis - "You're crazy! What were you thinking? You can't do this. Seriously Lisa? You're going to make it 13.1 miles? I don't think so." It's during those moments that I consider stopping. That brings me back to that moment of choice when I have to dig deep and push myself to keep going or walk off the course. That moment of choice when I have to believe that I can or believe that I can't.
For me setting the goal of completing this Half-Marathon and training to accomplish that goal has meant so much more than simply lacing up my running shoes and striving to cross the finish line. Pushing myself through those personal battles at miles 3 and 8 has made me more aware of those times in my everyday life - EVERYDAY life - when I must choose to push through a tough moment. That has helped me to continue to BELIEVE THAT I CAN, even on the days that I want to lean towards I CAN'T.
Of course, I also aim to not lose sight of the One who initially got me started on this running journey three years ago and will carry me through the course to the finish line:
"Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if
WE DO NOT GIVE UP."