A New Love - And The Motivation Behind It

Well here we are (It's me again - Ian). Thought I would write another post.

Running is becoming a new love. I haven't always enjoyed running but never disliked it either. I did a little more distance running when I was younger but not a lot in recent years. I'm an active guy and I love sports and athletics a lot. However, I never thought I would get addicted to running. The Run 143 event is to blame! - (for those of you who are hearing about Run 143 for the first time, go back a couple of blog postings) - oh and get involved. I began my training back in February, give or take a week or two. I started very slow and took it easy. With the pace I was at, I thought how in the world am I going to run 143km?I tried to be persistent and kept pushing through. It wasn't until around mid to end March when I started to push myself a little harder.

Here is what I call April, the victory month. Finally it began to warm up a little outside and I was drawn in. I began running around 5-6km runs a little more as part of my routine and by mid April I was doing a couple of 10km runs. I was pretty pumped! - probably looking like an idiot - but pumped nonetheless. Fast forward a little bit and here we are, first week in May and I have really surprised myself. Last Saturday, I ran my first half marathon. Honestly, I had not set out to do it that day. That was the same weekend we found out of the unfortunate news about the continued delay in our adoption process. As I was out on my run that day - I was set to do 16km - I was feeling pretty good around the 13km mark. At that point, I thought to myself, I think I could do a half marathon! Then I thought of the frustration of the news that previous day and said to myself, "I'm doing it! Take that, bad news - I'm running a half marathon"! Though that helped my motivation a bit, the running definitely wasn't easy. Nonetheless, I was able to finish it and felt some victory. Today, I ran another half marathon - and man did it ever feel better than last week. I am a lot further ahead in my training than I thought I would be at this point and I praise God for that.

I'm not telling you of this to boast or brag, but rather to tell - of what I believe - where the motivation comes from. From the beginning, even prior to the training, my motivation has remained the same. My purpose and motivation in doing all of this training for the upcoming running events, has never changed: Little babe - this is all for you! All I can think of is our precious child who is so patiently waiting for their homecoming. Last week during my run when I felt like giving in to my body and quitting , I continued to think of our awesome little babe and it gave me the motivation I needed. I kept saying to myself "I'm running to you little one, I'm coming". Though we don't know who this little one is yet, I can't and will never give up the fight. When I think of what these children have already endured and what they are going through now, all I can say is that my pain (physically and emotionally) is nothing compared to what some of them have had to endure already. When I am running I have two choices; one, to keep going or the other, to stop. Many of these children don't have a choice. This gives me the motivation I need to keep going - it's the least I can do.

There are many, many lessons that all of this running and training has been teaching me. Though I won't go through all of it right now, one quote that I've read sticks with me: "If you want to win something, run 100 meters. If you want to experience something, run a marathon." It reminds me that our adoption has both great moments and hard moments. No one said it would be an easy victory, but definitely one worth all the pain and suffering once you cross the finish line. Adoption is a very beautiful thing. Each story is different and each has an incredible journey. All of this running and training is teaching me many lessons and I am grateful for it.

One last point:

During my run this morning, there were two prominent things that came to mind. With mothers day soon approaching, one thing that laid heavy on my heart were the mothers who gave birth to the millions of orphans world wide. I can't begin to imagine some of their stories and how hard it must have been to give up their child. My heart goes out to those mothers this weekend. My heart also goes out to my beautiful wife and all the waiting mothers of this adoption journey who patiently await the arrival/meeting of their child. Bless you!

One other image that came to mind was that of a story and documentary I saw a few years back of Rick and Dick Hoyt; an incredible and inspiring story of a father who continues to live out complete love for his son in what seems almost impossible or unimaginable. I won't explain the story, but rather show this video that tells part of it. Please take a few minutes and watch. This has been my inspiration for today.