Lord this Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure Run/Walk is an allegory for my life.
I have been training for about a month – walking for 2-3 miles 4x a week, lifting weights 3x a week. generally, losing a few pounds here and there. So the big day arrives and. . .
. . .nothing. No fanfare, no team, not even a friend to watch me cross the finish line.
But hey, I am wearing my white and pink T-shirt, I have a pink flower in my hair so I am ready to do the darn thing.
I can't find a park. I end up parking 3/4 of a mile away and walking to the event. I then have to walk around the mall to the start line.
The walk begins. . .very. . .slowly.
There are people with costumes, pets, children. Its a great environment. The sun is on the opposite side of us and the weather is divine.
The Last Mile. . .
. . .was the hardest EVER.
The sun is smack dab on our faces, my feet are starting to hurt. We round the corner and then we see it.
The Finish Line. . .
The drums are beating, the music is blaring and it's over.
Not. So. Fast.
I decide to take a short cut *insert allegorical moment** and end up up walking thru the mall. Somehow I ended up back where we turned to see the finish line the first time.
All in all, I think I walked like 6 miles instead of 3 – really.
On a happy note, when I got home, I got a call for an interview. So God shows up when He shows up. May not come when you want Him but He is always on time.
Say a prayer for me blog family.
P.S. this week I have received tweets from both Don Lemon of CNN and . . .wait for it. . .TJ HOLMES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*swoons*