I’m running the Rahr Brewery 5k tomorrow morning. The run
supports Habitat for Humanity and runs out of the brewery past a sign that
reads “my beer belly runs faster than yours.” Last year the two things that
slowed my belly down were the multiple turns right before the finish line and
the smell of bacon wafting like a cloud out of the Paris Coffee Shop at the two
mile mark. This year they've taken out the turns and the Paris happens within
the first mile. On the down side the reverse direction means the hill on Eighth
Street is up. The children of Israel hoped for an easy Exodus but leaving Egypt
and working your way through the wilderness depended on trust, which they were
not so good at. The law of the Lord warns the psalmist in the same way that
downloading a course map helps one anticipate the uphill that last year was
down. The powerful and effective prayer does not happen without practice which
is why one trains for a run, even if it’s only a 5k. And while it’s not the
same as removing the offending hand, foot or eye a beer belly is not something a runner wants
to carry.
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