"Just go home," I told myself , about one mile into yesterday afternoon's sixteen mile run. "Turn around. You can get your long run in later in the week." I was weary after a lock-in with nine youth from church on the night before, and a morning service project with those same youth pulling invasiveContinue reading “Having Serious Doubts About 26.2”
I love running, in part because my belt buckle is joining forces with new belt holes to keep my oversized pants up, and the number of chins on my face is reducing.
I have really enjoyed my return to running. In the past two months I have run in the Army Ten Miler and in the Richmond Half Marathon. I'm no speed demon, but I run and I finish, and with that I am quite pleased. In my post-half-marathon runner's high, and as motivation to keep runningContinue reading “Running on the Dreadmill”
I skipped church on Sunday morning. It felt strange, for sure. I'm a pastor, after all. I usually work on Sundays, preaching a sermon, presiding at the altar, teaching a class, leading children in prayer. I'm someone who finds great meaning and power in the Word and Sacraments and the fellowship of the Christian community.Continue reading “Making Meaning on a Sunday Morning”
Earlier this spring I returned to running for the first time in 17 years (thanks to the wonderful Couch-to-5K running plan). I began losing weight and feeling better about myself, but most importantly I just really enjoyed running. After a little while my days felt incomplete without a run, and during the day my mindContinue reading “Doctor’s Orders: No Running for Four Weeks”