I had a great weekend. About 200 runners showed up for a 12.2 mile run in some of God’s most beautiful creation
. I wasn’t sure if I could do a run this difficult, but shoot, you’ll never know what you can do if don’t try. The thing I’m still learning is that when you put yourself on the line in a race and expose yourself to the unknown, you learn things about yourself that are very exciting.
The race actually started in the dark Saturday morning. Surprisingly, I felt great the whole run. About mile 8, I realized, “I can do this!” It was then that I really kicked it up and started zipping down the trail, passing rocks and trees like they were standing still.
I’ve done a little trail running, but never this far or this difficult. I hated the fact that no Indians showed up for the run, but it was still worth the trip. For completing the full 12.2 miles I got a t-shirt, a new cap and two extremely sore legs. Yesterday at church, I know the song leader was having us stand up to sing every other song just to make me hurt. Good thing I knew God would forgive me for what I was thinking about him.
I always miss my Childress church family
when I’m away from them, but I really enjoyed my day with the Comanche Trails
church. I met lots of people, including a couple of blog readers. I spent Saturday afternoon and Sunday at my parents house catching up on visiting.
Here are a few pictures of the beautiful scenery from Palo Duro Canyon.
It was a little eerie sounding, but there were bagpipes as the sun came up and the race began.
The start and finish line from the top of the hill.
Beautiful scenery of God’s magnificent creation and an area where we ran.
The hills where we ran!
The finish line!
My buddy, Kirby and I after the race! We were tired, hungry and ready to sit down.