Run for it.

It started with a gun shot and we were off. 2,000 of us. Running for a cause, with purpose.

Some were running to reach goals or finish.
Some were running to support the cause.
Still, others, were running because someone was cheering them on.

It wasn't until mile 2, a familiar voice and face, drifted by my side. She too was running with purpose. A last minute decision to run the race that was marked out for her.

Within minutes my laces came loose. What an annoyance. What a distraction. Why right now?!

I sat on the side, telling them to keep going. I would try to catch up in a minute or two.

It is almost impossible to catch the driven when you sit on the sidelines. The finish line is not any closer to those who wait. It's NOT any easier to sit out for a minute. That's a lie. Get it.

Determined and rehearsing truth words, I saw my friends and drifted back into the pack.

The art of storytelling while running is a gift actually. Miles zoomed by and we were in the midst of the park they call Happy. Only 1 mile left!

Perseverance riding on our backs, we could hear the crowd. The witnesses were cheering us around the last bend and we felt the wind upon our faces.

Finish.

Faster than I was hoping for. The feeling of completing what was set before you.

And well.

Don't discount the ones with whom you rub shoulders. The ones who keep you running at a steady pace. If it were not for them. I would not have kept going. I would have slowed down.

Choose to rub shoulders with those who inspire you. Jesus rubbed shoulders with the Father.