I can’t say I am religious. I guess that is odd seeing that my Great Grandfather and my Grandfather on my Mother’s side were both Methodist ministers. But, I like to think I am spiritual, especially when it comes to running. Running has always been something for me that has been hard to put into words. I love the beauty and simplicity…and live for the days when I feel like I am floating effortlessly sharing a narrow trail only with a surprised deer or two. I love that I can push my body to extremes one day and then run relaxed and enjoy the sound of the waves the next day. I love that I can compete against myself and make it what I want it to be. I love. I love.
I stole the phrase “Dare all and prevail“ from my brother-in-law. It is from an anonymous hymn that has special meaning to his family. I can’t think of better words to live by in life and in sport.
Be firm and be faithful; desert not the right;
The brave become bolder the darker the night.
Then up and be doing, though cowards may fail;
Thy duty pursuing, dare all and prevail.
If scorn be thy portion, if hatred and loss,
If stripes or a prison, remember the cross.
God watches above thee, and He will requite;
Forsake those that love thee, but never the right.