A Love Gift to Kit — and Me Too!

Kit and I after the 5K race to raise money for Japanese tsunami relief

Good Morning, God!

Here we are, God, after running 3.1 miles. Kit, of course is fresh. I could hardly speak after a fast finish. Connie Comiso, the race organizer was standing 20 yards from the finish yelling at me, ‘You can beat 40 minutes! YOU CAN DO IT!” And I did. And clocked 39 minutes, 57 seconds. Smile. First of one in my age group. But, three minutes faster than my time earlier in the month over an easier course.

I really appreciated that encouragement, God. Encouragement is such a good gift. Of course, some encouragement feels a bit like pressure! This morning I had to tell Kit to knock off the F word! (F standing for FAST!) He means well. But, he cares so much about my doing well — and I perceive it as pressure.

My running this race is what we call a “Love Gift.” That means, God, that NO WAY would I get up early to go running up and down hills in Manoa just to take good care of my body. I did it as a love gift to Kit. But, it is a love gift to my body, too. I know that, God. I really do.

And, I do love both my Body AND Kit. But . . . but . . . but, then why haven’t I been willing to train? I could say training is boring. But I have my iPhone full of books and music plus acting as a camera and all the while logging my run.

I used to say I was too busy to train and I was too busy. Being busy helping others sounds noble, God. But, I sadly fear that in my case it covered a reluctance to assume personal responsibility. Yes, that, and a reluctance to buckle down on HARD stuff — like running. Please, God. I need some radical help here.

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