Marathon Log.14.  Miles logged: 1 (or something like that)

* Sigh * I'm still not really able to run.  Seriously, everyone and their mother is passing me up nowadays (because I end up having to walk).  Worse yet, I'm getting tired of people asking how my marathon training is going--it seems like that's all people talk to me about.  I seriously don't mind, but it has the effect of reminding me of my stalled condition.

There are a lot of unpleasantries that surface when I start feeling antsy.  Here are a few:

Jealousy.  When I see someone running with such ease and freedom there's a twinge of jealousy that emerges.  That used to be me.  I've told several people that out of frustration I'd like to just cut off my leg and get a new one.  Ugh.

Fear.  I have a growing collection of injury horror stories that people have incurred from running.  I suppose folks are sharing them with me out of concern, but it ain't helping my cause...

Stubbornness.  So the battle that's waging in my heart is--am I supposed to tough this out and run with perseverence to finish the race?  Or am I to cease striving and know that He is God and that He will be exalted in all the earth? 

It's hard not to be disheartened.