It’s a lovely, partly cloudy day here in Clovis, so I decided to get outside for a bit.
There’s this burm that stands over the road near our home and overlooks a flood plain and an orange grove. I’ve always wanted to run along it, so I climbed the slope, hopped the Water District fence–”No Trespassing”?–and took off for what I expected to be an easy 2 mile jog. Because there’s got to be another gate on the other side, right?
Wrong. I ran about 2.5 miles and found myself fenced in, surrounded by barbed wire. I’ve never really enjoyed jumping barbed wire fences, so I turned around and ran all the way back to the gate– a total of 5.75 miles.
Now, I’m not a great runner, so this is in no way a bragging post. I’m a actually fairly below-average jogger (I’d like to thank the GB3 treadmills for my uncannily constant 6.0 mph pace). The point is I had no idea I could run over 5 miles (I don’t think I’ve done anything over 3 since high school) and wouldn’t have attempted it had I not found myself with no other option.
There are times in life where we feel blocked in, with no option to move forward. Maybe those are the times that we discover what we’re capable of more than we thought.
Side note: If I’m unable to stand to lead worship tomorrow morning, you know why.