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Goals or Grows?

"What do you mean, 'If I can'? Jesus asked. 'Anything is possible if a person believes."
Mark 9:23

I know that it's not quite 2019 yet, but I have big goals for the upcoming year! And one of my biggest, most terrifying goals is ...

... running a sub-2 hour half marathon. 

Honestly, the thought of attempting to do this terrifies me more than the thought of running a full. I am sincerely sitting here, in this moment, believing that there's no way I can run a half that fast. I really believe that I'm more likely to achieve finishing a slow 26.2 miles than I am completing a half in under 2 hours. 

But I've written out the training plan to at least try. There have been many things I've told myself I can't do ... so there's no point in trying. But if I've learned anything over the last several years, it's that I'm capable of doing a lot more than I believe. God has truly shown me that He can use me to do amazing things, but only if I listen and take the first step. So here I am, taking the step. Even if I fail, I haven't really failed ... because I've at least put forth the effort. 

Here's the plan for Week One:

Sunday - XT/Rest
Monday -  2-4 miles @ RP (9:05-9:10 which is 6.6 on the treadmill)
Tuesday - 3-5 miles @ EP (9:26-10:27 which is 5.8-6.3 on the treadmill)
Wednesday - 3-5 miles with speed work
Thursday - REST
Friday - 10-12 miles @ LRP (9:29-10:50)
Saturday - REST
Total Miles for the Week: 18-26

I'll try to stay on top of this blog and keep up with my progress, good or bad. My next half is 8 weeks from today. 

No matter where I fall short, physically or spiritually, Jesus is right there with me, saying, "I can! I know that YOU can't ... but I CAN. So trust Me."

So I'm going to trust Him, yet again. Not so I can reach another goal, but because I need my faith to GROW. It's in these times when I come to the end of myself, I see the work of God most clearly. And I have no choice but to believe.

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