As I sit here and enjoy a cup of coffee and scan the news stories, I took a moment to check the Papa Johns 10 miler results to check on some friends and aquaintances. The times weren't up yet.
Great job by Daniel, Alicia, and Tammy who ran the 10 miler. I got to see them all at the Easter Egg hunt yesterday, and it was a bit strange not to be part of the group. Sitting out and not running will prove to be a wise decision, but it has also begun to spark my desire to run again.
Perhaps, as I draw a few days closer to my final year in my thirties, running is my identity, at least the one I can control. My wife makes me a husband, my kids make me a dad, my job an employee, but gone are the days when I considered myself a hunter, a fisherman, or a ball player. All these were identities I held because of what I chose to do.
Well anyway, I wax philosophically this morning, and I'm not a philosopher, so I'll put on my shirt and tie to join the family for church. Actually, being a runner is great, but I think being a husband and dad is most important, and I control that as well. Being "married" doesn't make me a husband, and fathering kids doesn't make me a dad. Both I have to choose to be.
Happy Easter!
Matthew 28:5-7
5The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. 6He is not here; he has risen, just as he said. Come and see the place where he lay. 7Then go quickly and tell his disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see him.' Now I have told you."
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