I began running October 16, 1976.
This is a blog my husband wrote this last month:
I was reminded this morning as I awoke, that as of October 16, 2016, I have run most days for the last forty years. Despite the “hard to start” nature of my memory on occasion, I can clearly recall that first run of exactly one mile in my twenty fourth year. It would have been inconceivable to me to imagine at the time that I would be glancing in my rearview mirror at age sixty four, separated from that first jog by sixty or seventy thousand miles. I was just as antsy to take off this morning as I was at the time, although my odometer is broken and I have a governor which limits my speed.
I feel such a sense of gratitude about this specific indulgence that God has permitted me all these years. Nothing transports me like running does. The best part: I hear voices and there is no one there. Or no one that has appeared to me yet. I am still hopeful about that one.
Yet the LORD says, “During the forty years that I led you through the wilderness, your clothes did not wear out, nor did the sandals on your feet.
Deuteronomy 29:5
God has been so faithful to me and mine.
Somewhere along the way, a problem developed however. Someone slipped an Energizer battery in my wilderness journey; it just keeps grinding on endlessly. I am hopeful my forty first year of running signals our escape from sandy vistas and dry places. I know there are giants in our new digs, but Holly and I are both ready for the change of scenery and besides; we have seen what happens to Goliath.
I would like to believe we are being released for good behavior but I know that, at least in terms of me, that’s not the case. It’s probably just prison overcrowding. I do sense change is blowing in, not only for us but for everyone. A lot of older prisoners are about to be paroled.
Though it cost you all you have-get understanding.
Proverbs 4:17
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