Moments

With endurance sports comes all kinds of aches and pains and sore muscles.  Sometimes, you just have to try to do something for them to relieve the pain and make it through.    One way I have found is to touch it where it hurts and bear down a bit.  Then, hold on and many times the pain diminishes.  Sometimes it goes away entirely. Our lives get all kinds of aches and pains and sore spots.  Sometimes every move seems painful; so painful, if fact, that we wonder if we can go on.  And to do so, like in endurance sports, we have to take just that next painful step, then another.  In the painful parts of life, I know I must keep moving forward, asking God all the while, "touch me where it hurts, Lord."  The pain often doesn't always go completely away.  The journey is yet still long.  But sometimes there is a kind of healing in just knowing that God has touched me. God cares.  And, I can have hope and purpose in the struggle knowing His touch is the healing touch of the Mas

And I want to do an ironman, to  put 140 + miles in one day on this leg?  Crazy. Seriously, it is hit or miss if I can make it to the bathroom when I first get out of bed.  The left leg often won't hold me up at first.  There has been a fall into my trainer bike in the middle of the night and many unsteady, painful times getting out of bed.    Really?  Can this be something God wants me do?  How can this be His purpose for me?  What is the benefit?   Most of the purpose, suffering, and training are done without notice of anyone: who can benefit except the orthopedic surgeon eventually?    Face it.  You're fat, you're old, your uninteresting, and no one cares what you are doing with this or what you have to say through it.   Who is going to be impressed for the Glory of God by  an old sack of bones doing something insane?  It seems more like senility verification.  So what's the sense in the suffering?  Why do this anymore?  Is it over? Age has beat me down to some