Yesterday, on the very day that 2016 Mike outran 2014 Mike, I failed. I walked. It was at the same place that it has happened many times before: that stupid hill coming back from the pool. It’s not that steep of a hill, but it’s long. Yesterday it got the better of me.
It’s strange. I have run that hill successfully countless times. Usually it’s the last leg of my 5+ mile runs. I ALWAYS finish it on the big runs. Once it was the 9th mile on a 10 mile run. For the record, my 9th mile was the 3rd fastest mile of that night. I know I can do it! Yesterday, at about 2.25 miles in, I caved in and failed. As bummed out as I was for the 45 seconds I strolled up that hill I found some encouragement…
An off night does not mean you’re off track.
3 years ago I ran exactly 0 miles. 2 years ago I didn’t even try to run that hill. It was beyond me and I knew it. Today, I succeed more than I fail. Tomorrow will be even better than today.
Failure can really mess a person up. It’s extremely easy to take a moment of failure and apply it to our identity. There have definitely been times I’ve walked up that hill thinking I’m still the same guy that ran 3/4 of a mile in 16 minutes 2 years ago.
Yesterday I mentioned how far I feel I have come with being competitive. I don’t want to go into a rage when Asher traps me in Mousetrap or Kristan runs more miles than me in a month (I’m currently up by 13 in March!). I’d be lying, however, if I pretended to be perfect. There have been some neighborhood basketball games where I caught myself getting a little frustrated with how things are going. A couple of months ago we were playing Phase 10 with friends and I had to text them an apologize for losing my cool. In my defense, the phase where you have to get 7 in a row can get really old when you watch everyone else lay down 4 wild cards round after round and all you have are 6 “2’s” in your hand.
Yea, when it comes to being competitive, I have my hills. Sometimes I fail and have to walk. As time goes on, more and more I’m running hard to the top.
Failing doesn’t make a person a failure. Failing makes a person a follower.
My goal in life is to follow Jesus and become more like Him. That’s a pretty lofty goal. If I’m not failing, I have a pretty high view of myself or low view of Him.