Now let me just preface this post by saying that I am not a religious person. I just never really got into the religion thing, it may have been my heathen parents (just kidding guys) being of different religions and it may just be that is it just not part of what I believe. But I do respect religion and to be honest sometimes I am jealous of those who have a universal belief in something that they believe is true and just. I think it’s a really cool thing and just because it doesn’t match my particular belief system I do not begrudge it at all.
But for us sheep floating astray with nothing to keep our moral centers tied down I think it necessary for us to have something driving us in the right direction. Early on it can be a parent, guardian, teacher or just a positive adult in your life teaching you right from wrong and trying to let you see the err of your ways, see both sides of the story, and to see people and things in a positive light. But as you grow and develop as a person, the chimes of one or a few people have less impact on your life, you have cut the cord and you are a free adult, out to fend for yourself, and there is no mother or father or grandparent helping you make the tough decisions that will pave the road of your future. Many turn to God, and He helps them find their way. But what about the others of us? What will keep us grounded and positive and moral? I really do feel that we need something to keep us on the right path. For me, in my mid-twenties I discovered exercise.
Now I had worked out plenty as a teenager, but then it was something I did, for football, for wrestling, for baseball, for boxing. But in college, I gained a lot of weight and my weight still does fluctuate a good deal from month to month, week to week, and even day to day. But I really have no better feeling then when I finish a hard workout, a difficult race, or reach a new milestone. Now having run two marathons and just recently finishing my ninth half marathon, I recently signed up for a race called the “Tough Mudder” which is essentially a 10 mile obstacle course, in which I will have to run up ski slopes, wade through waist high mud, climb over walls and under barbed wire, and run through fire. Now any sane person would ask why the heck would anyone want to do this? But I am so excited for it, for a new challenge, for a new achievement.
Wonderfully, following a recent medical scare my brother has been alongside me for some recent races, and I really couldn’t be prouder of him. He has lost in the neighborhood of 80 pounds, and in the process has extended his life, and now is able to be a better person, father, and husband. It is worth repeating just how proud of him and amazed at his turnaround I am. For me, the days I feel worst are the days I go without exercise,and while some days I wake up and dread that 10 mile run, I feel so much better when I have finished it and would be down on myself and feel terrible if I decided to forego it. In fact, immediately after I write this I will take my first “Mudder” training run in which I am going to run 2 miles to the local high school, run the stadium stairs for 30 minutes, and then run 2 miles home. Oh and did I mention its pouring buckets outside. But I couldn't think of anything I'd rather do on a Sunday morning before football starts. So please for your own sake and the sake of those around you, find something that keeps you on the right path, keeps you thinking positive, and keeps you making good decisions that will benefit you and the people closest to you.