No regret

I started this post last night and never finished. Here's high hopes that today I am slightly less exhausted from my marathon on Sunday. Maybe today I will finish a post.

So, there you have it. 26.2 miles. Finished! I was 8 minutes shy of my goal to qualify for the Boston Marathon. I was so proud on Sunday after my race just for finishing. It didn't matter that I didn't qualify. But yesterday as the rain soaked everything...I felt my soul beginning to drown in disappointment. 8 minutes short. I didn't quite make it. I went out too fast. Way too fast and I just died as the miles wore on (part of the reason I refer to myself as a HARE-ha). I knew better. People told me...don't go out too fast. Nerves and fresh legs beat out wisdom as I hopped over the start. Regrets.

But as I sat to write this last night I remembered the Scripture. "Run in such a way as to get the prize". That's in 1 Corin. 9. I had to look it up just to be sure. I was right. It is in there. I didn't win the prize, but I ran "in a such a way". Is that enough? Simple faith says, of course. After all, it is Jesus who completed the race for me. He won the prize. My redemption was finished at the cross. As I look ahead at this Holy Week, I won't look back with regret. I look forward to that which has already been won for me. Thank you Jesus that you take pleasure over me...even that which might not be complete.

Okay, still pretty exhausted...off to bed now. Maybe more about the actual marathon tomorrow.