Pride is defined as the quality or state of being proud. It is something that God sees as a sin, but as humans it's something that comes up when we are overconfident and don't think we need help! Let me explain:
As I am training for my 3rd half marathon, I decided to register for a 10 mile race this past weekend to help me get prepared. My dad, who has been running for years, had me tapering my mileage last week and just resting to prepare my body for this long run. I have run this distance before and I had checked the weather all week...sunny! So my body was rested, and the weather was SUPPOSED to be sunny, however, all week I felt tension in my knees but just brushed it off and said they will be fine.
Here comes race day, we left on time and hit some rain on the way to Marshfield, it was nothing I was worried about and by the time we got to the race it had stopped. I get dressed and put the brace on one of my knees and get my ipod prepared, I am set. I kiss the family good bye and head to the start line...we sing the star spangled banner and guess what? Yep, you guessed it! Rain...first lightly and by the time the gun went off it was pouring. I was soaking wet by mile 1, good thing I had a running hat on so at least the rain was staying out of my face.
So remember this is a 10 mile run...I have 9 miles left! Soaking wet:P Then because I was wet, by the time, I got to mile 6 I was cold and my knees and hips started to give me pain. Remember the tension I felt in my knees? Yep, should've gone to see the chiropractor...but that darn pride! So I was wet, cold, in extreme pain, and it was still raining. This is miserable, I thought. I started praying like crazy and by the time I got to mile 8 the sun started peaking out and the strength I felt was very refreshing. I had to walk run the last two miles because I knew my hips were out. As I approached the finish line my legs felt like they were going to fall off...but my family was there and they gave me the motivation to run into the finish. Well, I finished in a very decent time...1 hour and 45 minutes. Not what I wanted for time, but for the conditions it was not bad!
Now, when I got the results I realized there was 76 people(who actually showed up and ran) the 10 miler...what place did I get? 71st out of 76..ouch! This is where my pride got a kick in the pants, if I would've gone into get an adjustment like my gut was telling me...I wouldn't have been one of the last people across the finish.
God doesn't want us to have pride because he WANTS to help us! He wants to lend us a hand and if we get too much in control and overconfident he will be like any parent and let us learn our own lesson. He is there to lend a hand and as his children we need to accept his help and realize there is nothing we can do in this life without him....lesson learned:)
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