1 mile swim + 8 mile ride + strength&bends = #igymforKANNON #irunforKANNON #ir4 #whodoyourunfor
Summer cut! #vscocam
Ija woke up this morning begging for a trip to the playground. So we came over to Theo Wirth intending to run 5mi up to Cedar Lake and back then play. But when we finished the run, Ija was full on sleeping. I tried to wake him up but he was gone! Finally, after 10 min of him sleeping in the BOB I took him back to the car to go home. Which is when he woke up, going, "nooooo! A pway onna pwaygwound!!!" So we stayed. Played. Swing. And enjoyed the 65F sunshine by Wirth Lake!
And the award for MotherRunner/NappingToddler With The Worst Timing goes to us.
This is pretty much how our Easter was. Hope yours was as awesome. #vscocam
I got myself up for a sunrise run on this Resurrection Day. I left at 6a under a color-changing sky, afraid I had missed the goods. After running 4mi through the ever-lifting fog (which literally burns off as soon as the sun starts to rise - again, that both is and is not a metaphor), I found myself at Cedar Lake, the almost-halfway point of my run, watching the sun lay down on the lake. I hadn't missed a thing. I got there right on time. And I was stunned. So 8.5 miles done on Easter Sunday, having greeted All That Is God along the way. Beautiful Savior indeed. #nottryingtobehyperspiritual #Godisjustthatlovely #dontjesusjukeplease
Rising sun. #theowirthpark #happyresurrectionday

Running and Other Impossible Feats

 

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It started as a weight loss obsession; my utterly unhealthy have-to-get-skinny response to my sister dropping major weight after having two babies. I’d always felt inferior and ugly. For as long as I can remember, I’ve had what’s now called “body dysmorphic disorder” – that awesome head condition where what you see in the mirror is totally unreal, but which motivates you to do whatever it takes to see what you really want to see (which will never, ever happen, because the problem isn’t what you’re looking at, but the eyes with which you’re looking). 

But, thanks to my hyper-competitive nature, her weight loss rocketed me to new levels of self-loathing. I felt fat. I felt disgusting. And so when I began running, it was from a place of self-hate. I ran to burn calories. I ran to see how many calories I could burn while consuming as few as possible. I’d placed myself on a 600-calorie-per-day diet – and was terrified of maxing my daily calorie budget – while running daily to burn 500 at minimum. 

I was full-on anorexic. 

Don’t worry, though. It didn’t stay that way. I got professional help for the eating and dysmorphic disorders. I got married.  And I kept running because – wonder of wonders – I started to feel better. Physically and emotionally, mentally and spiritually. 

About two years in, my competitive self was recharged when that same sister, along with another friend, ran some half marathons and invited me to run one too. I thought they were insane. Thirteen point one miles?! Is that even possible for a normal human!? But I, of course, accepted. And I finished. And I kept running races…of short and long distances, faster and farther each time. 

It was more than meeting a challenge, though. In running distances, I’d found this thing I could do that not only made me feel good about myself, but served as a healthy obsession with a built-in accountability system. I couldn’t be anorexic anymore. I couldn’t not eat. And I couldn’t look in the mirror and hate what I saw anymore…because what I saw carried me through thirteen miles of running. I learned to appreciate and revere this body God gave me which can run 13.1 miles. And make no mistake about it: Not everyone can. Using our bodies, whether in running or yoga or simply carrying our kids or groceries, isn’t a universal “given.” I’ve learned this body must never be something I flippantly take for granted.

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climbing into the 22 mile aid station at the wild duluth 50k

Along the way, I’ve faced down a hundred other “impossibles.” That same friend whose racing originally challenged me to run my first half ran her fastest in 1:48. When I saw that, my jaw dropped and I literally gasped. That is incredible! An 8:30 mile for THIRTEEN MILES! That’s…that’s…I’ll never be able to do that!  Some people are built for speed…I’m not among them.
 

FINISHED!! that's 50k of hellish trails in the running bank!

FINISHED!! that’s 50k of hellish trails in the running bank!

While other friends were training for marathons – one was even running 50 mile trail races (Her response to my incredulity: “You can do anything you set your mind to!” Pffft. Whatever.) -  I was busy convincing myself I’d never be able to run that far. Some people are built for distance…I’m not among them. 

But even as I named and shamed the impossible, the wheels in my head were spinning. Could I do that? Could I ever run a half marathon under 1:50:00? Could I ever run an ultra-marathon? I honestly didn’t know the answer, but I wanted to find out.  

 

Yesterday, two months after “placing” for the first time in any race, five months after my first 50k ultra-marathon, four years after my first race of any kind, and nine years after deciding to change my life,  I ran my fourth half marathon in 1:45:42 — three minutes FASTER than my friend’s personal best, which I was certain just three years ago I could never, ever match, much less beat; nine minutes faster than my own personal record, and this, after spraining my ankle at mile 3.5 and running nearly ten miles of that race on a bum foot. Had you told me four years ago that this fast half marathon would be my short-and-easy run over weekend eight of training for a fifty mile race, I would have had you committed. 

But here we are.

me in an endorphin-drunk stupor after setting a personal record by 9:16 at 2013 get lucky half marathon

me in an endorphin-drunk stupor after setting a personal record by 9:16 at 2013 get lucky half marathon

And here’s what I can tell you: Given time, training, and a simple change in attitude, the “impossible” can easily become the “daily.” Nine years ago, running a 10k was crazy. Four years ago, running a fast half marathon was impossible. As recently as three years ago, the idea of being physically able to run 13 miles any given day of the week was grounds for institutionalization. Running has become the proof, for me, that nothing is impossible

 

More than that, though, running is how I found myself. It’s not about racing, or conquering untold distances, or setting personal records, though all of those are fun. 

Running has become a spiritual, emotional, mental, and physical endeavor. It is how I meet and commune with God on a basic, gutteral level. In the silence of 25 miles of trails, I hear and see Him (and no, it’s not because I’m hallucinating). It’s where my most powerful bursts of creative inspiration happen. It’s where I’m allowed and empowered to break down if I need to; where I can stop for ten minutes and cry my heart out; it’s where I pound the anger out of my body and bury it in the ground with each step  I take. It’s where and when and how the clutter, fog, and webs in my head and heart are cleared out, so I’m able to become, again, unmarked canvas in the Painter’s hands.

Running takes me to the “secret places storing hidden treasures and riches, where I know He is the LORD, the God of Israel, who summons me by name.” (Is. 45:3) 

Running is me facing the impossible and challenging it. It’s my body digging into deep stores of endurance and carrying me farther than I ever though it could go. It’s my heart and mind digging into deeper stores of persistence which pick me up and carry me when my body thinks it’s too tired to keep running. 

And when those stores are all empty, it’s where God meets me. It’s where I find strength appearing “from nowhere” to propel me forward to the finish line. 

It’s me – by God’s grace, mercy, and strength, and using His gift of a body that can and was even made to conquer the unconquerable – “running with endurance the race marked out” for me, as Christ ran and won His race.

These days, it’s about even more. It’s about recognizing, during every single mile of every single run, that because I can run while others can’t, I must run for them. Others who, for various reasons and due to various disabilities, will likely never be able to cover the distances I cover on foot. They will accomplish other impossible feats, and in so doing inspire me to go farther and faster every chance I get. And we will be for each other a daily offering: “Because I have legs, because I have lungs, because I have arms and a body and this gift at my disposal, I will be your legs, and your lungs and your body.”

So I run.

For health.
For Kannon, a one year old boy with Down syndrome, because he can’t.
I run not to escape my issues, but to face them, name them, and either beat them or learn to love them. 

And that’s why I want you to run. 

Whether it’s a literal half marathon (or, for some of you, one mile on your feet) or an emotional/spiritual ultra-marathon, the only thing stopping you is unbelief and fear. We not only can conquer the unconquerable; we were made to

So….Go. Choose your distance. Hone this beautiful gift of the body God has given you. Find your stride. 

You’ll find you’re capable of impossible things. You’ll find yourself running for others who can’t, simply because you can. You’ll find you. You’ll find God. And seeing Him – and yourself in Him, the way you were meant to be seen, simultaneously as weak and as strong as you’ll ever be - you’ll find yourself chasing Him down with every last breath in your bones.

You’ll find yourself showing others what it means  to run your race with perseverance. 

**If you’d like to run – or walk or lift or move your body – for someone who can’t, give me a shout, or join the facebook group I Run For and “like” our page I Run For. We’ll match you up with someone who’s been waiting for a champion like you.**

  • Brandi Golemon

    You couldnt have said this any better. You hit so many points right on. This is exactly why I run.

    • amycourts

      Nice to “meet” you Brandi! And so glad to hear I’m not the only crazy… :)

      Cheers to the road!

  • Jeannie Schmidt

    Truly inspiring Amy. A year ago God spoke clearly to me and said that if I would run, He would run with me. He meant the physical act of running, but I knew He would take me places spiritually that I couldn’t get to any other way. The past year has been difficult for me. I didn’t take God up on the challenge. I started, and stopped, using the Couch to 5k app to begin running many times. I know I am struggling with inner things that are causing me to not succeed in this area. God spoke to me again recently and said it wasn’t too late. He’s asking me to stretch myself in many areas. I believe in running that He will help me have the spiritual and physical strength to do those things He’s asking of me.

    I actually registered for the Color Run 5k here in Roanoke and have just 3 months to be ready. I thought actually registering would be a great motivator. I’m still not consistent…

    All that said… do you have any suggestions to overcome my mind battles and push through? Thanks for listening and for sharing your story.

    • amycourts

      Jeannie! It so hard to get started, to push past that initial struggle, because it really is forcing the body to do something it hasn’t ever done. And when you face daily walls when your body fights you on it, your mind joins the struggle and your heart gets discouraged. I so know how that goes. I think the best thing you can do is start that C25k program again, and – like any other change in habit – just do it. If you screw up and miss a day, or give up on yourself for a couple, jump back on the next. I think FINISHING that Color Run will be such a HUGE burst of encouragement for you – it’ll be the proof that you really CAN do it – because look! You DID IT!

      God absolutely will give you the strength to break each wall – or He’ll break it for you.

      And one thing I’ve learned is when a physical endeavor (and its success/failure) is tied to an emotional or spiritual endeavor, it’s of paramount importance to do the physical. Because you may not have much control over immediate changes to your heart and spirit…but you do CAN change the physical.

      Is there anyone you can do this with? Anyone you can run or train with, who can help keep you accountable to training?

      • Jeannie Schmidt

        Thanks for the encouragement Amy. I haven’t found anyone ready and willing to be a training partner, running or otherwise, in my circle of friends in the area. After reading your post I looked up running clubs and found one in our area. It seems to be a good group and it may be the best way to meet other people with whom I could train (starcitystriders.com). I’m going to make it happen!

        • amycourts

          That is PERFECT Jeannie! Joining a running club is one of the best things you can do. :) You’ll make new friends, and you’ll be amazed at the encouragement you find there. We runners can’t help ourselves – it’s the endorphins!

  • http://twitter.com/katiebeth Katie

    I have very slowly grown to love running, after a few years of practicing the discipline to do it. I was initially fueled by having been told I just wasn’t built to run…and once I started to understand that not being “built to run” might just mean “not built to run record-breakingly fast”, it became something I yearned to do, and often. :) Running my neighborhood or the park nearby does things to clear out and organize my mind and my soul that I feel like I NEED.
    This was the last thing I read before heading to sleep last night and I loved reading it. Inspiring and resonant. Love the way your mind works, Amy. :)