I’m a big fan of finish lines. Being a runner I get a little OCD about them. I like knowing where they are, how long I have till I get there, and where the markers are that lead to them. I like knowing the exact distance I have to get there. I like knowing my plan of attack to get there. I like knowing how much pain I’ll be in during the race. And I really, really like getting there.
Running has taught me more things than I could ever write down in a blog, and has shown me many weaknesses I have. The one I most recently discovered… or perhaps rediscovered… is that I like putting finish lines on challenges in my life.
This cross country season is a perfect example. I started feeling pretty terrible in March and it continued and continues now. I kept telling myself “I’ll be better by camp”…. “I’ll be better by BYU”… “Oh there’s no WAY I won’t be better by Minnesota!” “Conference championships. For sure conference.” You get the drift. I love putting timelines on when I’ll be better! It’s not a matter of me thinking that I shouldn’t have hard times. In fact, in a strange way, I think trials are the biggest blessings we can have. I just like thinking that I know when the hard times will be done. (Which is obviously not the case). I like to know the exact distance I have to go until I cross the finish line. I like to know the exact time I have until I’ll be done with certain trials.[That being said I’ve made leaps and bounds from where I was running wise this summer and am hopeful that I’ll continue getting healthier].
As I’ve looked at this the past few weeks, I realized that I haven’t only done this in running, I do it in a lot of areas.
Life does not work out the way we planned. That is a lesson that has been pounded into my head over the past year and a half. And I think this semester I have been recognizing more and more that includes life’s timing and ending of challenges does not work out the way I have planned either.
President Uchtdorf mentioned in his October conference talk that,
“Sometimes in life we become so focused on the finish line that we fail to find joy in the journey.”
I think the quest I’m on now is to find joy in the journey even when the journey is longer than I wanted, or the journey is not what I had planned or necessarily want at the moment.
The finish line is awesome, I love it, I love being past it. But it’s the painful, sweaty, slobber filled race that makes the finish line awesome. Trials can be 1500 meter races that turn into an unknown. The trick is to keep running. Keep trying. Keep going. And that’s exactly what I plan to do.
P.S. These pictures have nothing to do with this post… ha ha. But our sister-in-law Anna took the Davies’ family photos last week and I thought y’all might enjoy them. Plus, pictures make things 50 times better. Happy Jazz season everybody!