It is an ongoing joke between my mom and me that if she was born lazy I would never have been a runner! Don’t get me wrong I love to run, or it’s more like I’m in a serious Love/Hate relationship with running! But on those days that its 90 out and somehow my mom has convinced me that we should run a marathon at the end of the summer so we have to run for three hours that I somehow forget any love I have for running and think if only she had been born lazy. Without my mom I would have never picked up running. She has been running since high school, so when middle school came around and we were all choosing what sport to join I was gently pushed towards Cross Country. It took me a while before I found my love for running but somewhere in my sophomore year of high school I found it. I ran all throughout high school and in college my mom convinced me to try longer distances.
     For me running became a time of prayer. It was a different kind of prayer then I had been taught all my life but it was a time that I and God could have a quiet conversation. On the trails I could leave all the distractions of life behind and truly be with him. Most of the time I just rambled but it was the first time in my life that I actually talked to the Lord. I had prayed all my life but only because I was supposed to. It was on my favorite trail that I first told my mom that I was planning on going on World Race.
     So if my mom had been born lazy I probably wouldn’t have to get up at six on a Saturday to drive to some race that she signed us up for but I would have never found that time with God, I would have never accomplished my goal of a marathon, and I might not believe that I could go on the World Race!