I was so tired that I wanted to fall apart right there on the treadmill, but verses about running the race and continuing to sprint wholeheartedly toward God kept flashing through my mind. And even though I didn't understand why He was asking me to do so, I felt God whisper to my heart, Run for Me. Do it for Me. Another three minutes.
I took a long swig from my water bottle. Okay, God. But You'll have to help me. New strength flooding my bones and blood and muscles, I sped the treadmill up to a steady run, "Start Over" still playing over and over again in my earphones. My footfalls began to match the meter of the song as I pressed onward, not ignoring the fatigue this time, but embracing it.
For someone who is as out-of-shape as I am, running an extra three minutes is like asking me to walk across a tightrope. Had anyone else asked me to run three extra minutes, I wouldn't have done it. But it's different when you're doing it for God. As I ran, I stretched my arms out again, whispering my prayer to God. I'm starting over. It's a clean slate this time, a new heart for You to claim. Create in me a clean Heart, o God, and renew a right spirit within me. I'm running toward You again. I'm running the race again.