Saturday morning I woke at 5:00 am. My only real day to sleep in and I was up with my coffee and my devotional preparing my heart and mind for the upcoming trip and the miles ahead of me that day. I had never ran more than 10 miles and I was about to attempt something my body had never done. I drove over to Greer, SC and parked the car. It was still somewhat dark. I opened a container of Biofreeze and slathered it on my hip flexors and my calves. I felt pretty queezy. I found my way to the start line and began my stretches. I looked around at the few hundred folks running that day. All of them stretching and preparing themselves mentally. I had a true feeling of being alone. How could someone feel so alone when surrounded by hundreds of people. I took a deep sigh and shook that feeling out of my head. I am not here for them. I am here for those kids. I am here for Uganda. Could people so many miles away know that I think and pray for them daily? Could they ever comprehend how much I long to be with them? The gun went off and we were all struggling to find our place. All along the route I could hear birds signing. I could smell the sweet flowers and trees in bloom. The worries and cares I had brought with me had completely melted. I was focused on my miles. I was focused on my trip. I was focused on GOD. My official time was 2:24. So what if I rolled in the grass trying to catch my breath at the end of the race. I had finished something I had put my mind to and I had ran it for Africa.  |
| Official Time: 2:24 |
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