I think this is where I work out. But I’m here when it is dark.
The rain felt like cold needles. I tried to look around — it’s not like I can see much when I’m not wearing my glasses. I saw a mass of people teeming and spilling out from the stadium onto the track. There were new faces and old friends. It was 5:25 and our Christmas bootcamp was about to begin.
What the heck was I thinking? My bed was warm. I need the sleep.
But I needed this more.
Last night was a tough night for me. The weight of the world crashed around me and I felt alone. I walked down the water and watched as the wind pushed the current in a different direction than normal. I thought about a steel beam. Normally strong, if something puts too much pressure on it, it snaps. But if the steel is strong enough, it can hold under most any crisis.
Strength. You can’t get it by sleeping late.
We ran 40-yard dashes while wearing a parachute. The one I picked up was fitted for someone with a 12-inch waist. I held the straps together and ran like my life depended on it. Come to think of it, it does.
We live in a fallen world. Fear spews at us 24/7. We have to be strong.
Strength. You can’t get it by sleeping late.
I read Facebook statuses and I see Tweets everyday. People are crying out for peace. This is the season of peace. As I was bear-crawling through the cones, I thought to myself, “Peace through strength.” This morning, I worked on getting stronger to face some pretty crazy challenges.
Getting stronger: It’s the best gift I can give those I love this year. And I can’t get stronger by sleeping late.