Feet pound the pavement. Breath labors too fast, and I tell myself to BREATHE. In through the nose, out through the mouth. Every urge tells me to pant faster and faster. Instead, I slow down my breath. Slowly, rhythmically, I get it under control.
Why did I sign up for this? One mile disappears behind me. Another. My knee goes out and I limp along. Refusing to give up half-way through today’s goal, I run through the pain one step at a time until it begins to fade.
The wind pushes against me. The sun soaks through my skin. 3 miles of concrete have passed. One more to go. I measure the next goal ahead. Just make it to that large tree. Now to the bridge. I can’t think about the total distance, only the next visible target. This is why I run. The impossible becomes possible…one step at a time.
Isn’t that the way of life? Even big dreamers know that the dream cannot be achieved in one giant leap. Some days are mundane. Some are muddy and messy. I trip and stumble often. If I try to see too far ahead, I always falter. But I know this. I know that He holds me tight. My steps are led by Him. One at a time.