tarting to run is so hard for me. That first 5 minutes is so tough to keep going, keep breathing, don’t walk! Once I change my breathing pattern to accommodate the extra oxygen that my body needs, it gets a lot easier. The middle part of my running is running for fun. I just love it! And then the end draws close. My legs hurt, my side is starting to yell at me and I just want to walk the rest of the way. “I ran so many miles, isn’t that enough?”

So today I started thinking, what’s harder? Choosing right in the first place or finishing life off strong, enduring. What do you think?

I remember moments during my adolescent years (I should, it wasn’t that long ago) when I chose to be happy more often, to show kindness, and to follow Christ. I remember how that was an adjustment. Getting out of bed to say prayer was an almost daily battle. Saying the nice thing instead of the witty comment was difficult. But I found joy in the gospel, and strength.

I haven’t had to endure much. I endured high school and college but nothing like loneliness or health problems or children continuously making terrible decisions.  So I don’t have much to say on that topic.

Harder to make the change in the beginning or to keep moving in the end, what say ye?