It’s Fargo Marathon weekend here. Tonight and tomorrow, thousands of runners will lace up their sneakers, hit play on their list of super sweet running jams and work to conquer their own mountain, from 3 miles to over 26 miles.
I love Fargo Marathon weekend. The streets fill with people, some who have never been to Fargo before and get to experience it for the first time. There are local bands, spectators on every possible corner and an electric like buzz of excitement fills the air.
Now don’t get me wrong … I’m not a runner. In fact, if you had to describe my running style, it would be this:
But that doesn’t stop me from enjoying the marathon. It’s inspiring. Everyone’s story is different. Some want to better themselves. Others are running to raise money for a beloved charity. Then there are those that actually love to run (I’m sorry, I love you, but I just don’t understand you).
This year will be especially inspiring for me. On Saturday, my beautiful younger sister will run the 10k and cross the finish line looking just as model-esque as ever.
My dad is also running on Saturday in his first half marathon. He’ll lace up his shoes, put on his favorite set of jams (which consequently, keep him from hearing us scream from the sidelines … on purpose or not, I’m not sure) and run 13 miles.
I’ve never thought to ask either of them why they run. But if I had to guess, they do it to better themselves, to stay healthy so they can
torment love on their family and friends for years to come.
And whether they know it or not, my sister and my dad make me want to be better too. They’re my inspirations, both this Saturday, and always.
“Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and … let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, 2 fixing our eyes on Jesus … so that you will not grow weary and lose heart.” – Hebrews 12: 1-3