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She Seeks: Running to Win

Monday, June 28th, 2010

workoutIn May I did something I once believed I would never be able to do. I competed in my first 5K. For those of you who are veteran runners my accomplishment probably doesn’t sound like much to you, but to me it was a form of conquering the impossible.

I’m asthmatic. Not in an I had asthma as a kid or Every now and then I have to puff on an inhaler kind of way. But in an I must take my inhaler twice a day and use an additional inhaler for exercise or asthma attacks kind of way. It’s bad.

Several years ago I had to pass on one of my closest friend’s bachelorette weekends because it involved an eight mile bike ride that would have sent me straight into an asthma attack. Over the years I’ve missed camping trips, hikes and other outdoor adventures because I allowed my disease to dictate what I could and couldn’t do.

I was defined by my limitations. By my weakness…

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Lessons From My First 5K

Tuesday, May 4th, 2010

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On Sunday morning I competed in the Wahoo’s 5K that was part of the OC Marathon festivities. It was my first professionally timed race (complete with a timing chip I laced onto my shoe) and my husband and both of my parents participated too.

I woke up at 5 am and was standing in position at the starting line at 7:30 sharp when they blew the horn and the crowd took off.

Over the next 3.2 miles my mind drifted to a lot of places as my feet pounded the pavement. Why did I participate in the Wahoo’s 5K? To prove to myself that I could. My competition wasn’t the other 1,300+ runners. My biggest competition was me. I wanted to complete my first real race, obtain the medal at the end and feel the rush that came from accomplishing something new.

The closer I got to the finish line the louder the crowd grew. As the cheers and chants filled my ears I allowed myself to get lost in them and I bolted in a dead sprint to the finish line. My lungs were burning; my heart was pounding—and I was having the time of my life. I—Shannon the girl with asthma—no longer had to wear the label “I can’t” just because I have an incurable disease of the lungs.

My handicap no longer defined me. Victory did. I think this is similar to what the apostle Paul meant in Philippians 3:13-14 when he said:

“…One thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”    

After I finished my race on Sunday I found myself pondering what Paul had to forget. In a way he had to forget his handicaps too. One thing Paul had to forget about was his former sins—the things he had done that he wished he hadn’t.

But there’s more. Paul was a former Pharisee, the son of a Pharisee (Acts 23:6). Paul had spent years of his life trying to earn a position close to God. His list of good works and knowledge of the Scriptures would have put most people to shame.

Just as Paul had to forget the bad things in his past if he wanted to press on toward godliness, he also had to forget the good things he did for the wrong reasons. His resume of good works may have impressed the religious elite in his day, but it didn’t produce godliness. It wasn’t comprised of the things that really pleased God like humility, loving God with your whole heart, and loving your neighbor as yourself.

Paul finished the race of life trying to beat his best. He realized the race was about making progress toward being the best Paul he could be—not in terms of good works, but in terms of allowing God to work freely in and through his life.  

In chasing that victory he stopped letting his handicaps define him. At the end of his life he wasn’t a Pharisee anymore. Any attempt at earning his way to heaven had been abandoned and his only focus was Christ.

When I was running on Sunday I forgot about the crowd around me. I forgot about the asthma that so often plagues me. Those things got lost as I focused my attention on crossing the finish line.

As you press on toward “the prize for which God has called [you] heavenward in Christ Jesus” you’ll need to let some things fall away too. Some of those things will be former sins that make you forget you are forgiven. Other things will be flashy good works that were really meant to impress those around you and not to please God.

Eventually, as you make your way through the race of life you will hit your stride. Forgetting will become natural and the only thing you will see is the finish line and the One who calls you by name waiting to give you the applause of a lifetime.

Run hard and finish well.

No More Goal Setting

Wednesday, January 13th, 2010

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The beginning of the year is a prime time for goal setting. I’m sure you have a short list of resolutions like most people do. Normally, in January, I have several post-its peppered with all of the things I want to accomplish in the New Year stuck all around my desk. But this year I decided to give up on goal setting.

Yep. You read that right. No more goal setting for me. Ever. Now, before you suggest I meet with a pastor, counselor or life coach let me explain myself. A few weeks ago my husband came home from work with a new perspective that I quickly adopted too. His boss said something I found profound:

“I don’t believe in goals, I believe in commitments. If I set a goal and I don’t reach it I blame it on circumstances. But if I make a commitment to myself that I am going to do something then I do whatever it takes to make it happen.”

Hmmm. Holding to a philosophy like that really forces you to differentiate between dreams and plans. For instance, in high school I dreamed of being senior class president. Since it involved forces out of my control I couldn’t actually make that dream come true—so calling it a goal was really misnaming it.

However, I could plan to implement the best campaign strategy I knew how and see what happened from there. That was something I could commit to. Do you see the difference? Choosing to make commitments in place of setting goals requires you to be an active participant in changing your circumstances.  

A philosophy like this also makes you break long-term goals down into bite-sized commitments that are achievable. I’ve always dreamed of running a half-marathon, but the problem is I’m not a runner—or at least not a consistent (or fast) one. So instead of leaving that aspiration dangling on my list of things I’ve always wanted to do but will probably never attempt, I decided to commit to myself (and my husband and my dad) that I will run a 10K in 2010. That’s half way to a half-marathon.

So I’m currently training on a 5K schedule and will switch to the 10K schedule when I feel ready. When I feel like quitting I simply have to remind myself that I committed to do this—and my word is on the line.

Making commitments and keeping them will teach you a lot about yourself. Four- plus years ago when Michael and I got married he decided he wanted to go back to school and complete his degree. It wasn’t a goal. It was a commitment. And we also committed to doing it without going into debt.

Consistently for the last four years I’ve watched my husband sacrifice golf outings with his buddies, time with me and even incredible work and ministry opportunities so he could study and continue keeping the commitment he made to complete his degree.

Staying true to our commitment to put him through school without debt has also taken the same type of tenacity and determination. That story also merits its own post on the sometimes miraculous ways God provided, but there were times when we had to forfeit new clothes, a vacation, Starbucks, movie tickets, eating out and other such luxuries so we could stick to our commitment.

At the end of this month I will write the final tuition check. On April 14th Michael will hand in his very last paper. And on May 28th he will cross the stage with the other graduates. On that day we will know he did more than just complete his degree—he will have kept his word and honored a commitment. He will have finished what he said he would do.

Few things compete with the thrill of finishing what you set out to do—especially if unforeseen obstacles popped up along the way and threatened to derail you.

Now, I’ll be honest with you. I am publicly stating on my blog that I commit to run a 10K in 2010 because I need a reason to keep going when I’m out there training and I want to quit. You are now that reason. I’ve given you my word and I’ve made a commitment, and barring any type of medical setback, I intend to keep it—even when I wish I didn’t have to.

What about you. What will you commit to do this year?