Tuesday, September 24, 2013

the greenline

I have been running competitively since 7th grade, but it has only been in the last couple years that I have actually started to enjoy it.

High school basketball practices conditioned me to view it as punishment. You turn the ball over, you run the play wrong, you don’t pay attention – you go to the line and you run.

Track and cross-country practices did not help this attitude. A coach once told me that if I practiced extra with him after school, he’d “make me see God.” His goal was to run me until I puked, but in all my 22 years, running has never made me that kind of sick.

When I got to college and my weight started to crawl upward, running became synonymous with pain. Shin splints. Plantar fasciitis. Side cramps. Joint pain. You name it, and it ailed me.

Then, once I started to shed the extra pounds, an amazing thing happened. Not only did I feel light as a feather and the pain disappeared, but I found I truly enjoyed my biweekly runs. It helped me relax. I forgot about all the many directions life was pulling me. And I had my best conversations with God while pounding the pavement.

I trained for a half marathon, and in April, I finished almost 7 minutes under two hours. It was so fast that my husband {fiancĂ© at that time} wasn’t at the finish line yet because neither of us expected me to finish that soon.

At school I had my favorite six mile route that I could adjust to run anywhere from four to 12 miles. In Danville I had miles of golf cart paths to run to my heart’s content. But when I moved to Memphis, I got a little discouraged. I hate running in circles, but if I wanted to run more than two miles in our little neighborhood, then I’d have to retrace my steps.

I was so happy to see this sign. The week before I had searched for Greenline,
but my internal compass was off and I couldn't find it.

It didn’t take long for that to get boring, though. I’d heard about the Shelby Farms Greenline a lot, but I never realized just how close it was. This past Saturday, I was craving a real long run and decided to go search for it. I ran two and a half miles before I reached the line, and then ran another two and a half miles down it, before I turned around and ran back to the house.

I passed lots of runners, walkers and bike riders that covered a span of demographics. Everyone loves the Greenline.

Still today I cannot believe that little pathway of heaven exists in the heart of Memphis. If it weren’t for the noise coming from the highway, I would have thought I was back in Danville running through the woods.

The picture fails to show the moisture that hung in the air. The morning after a hard rain,
I could literally see the water vapor.

From all the pictures, you would think I spent more time on my camera than actual running, but the GPS on my phone will tell you a different, nine-mile story.

Here's the nice fellow I followed for over two miles. If you are reading this kind sir,
it was not intentional. I wish you or I could have run faster to avoid the awkwardness.

One day soon I hope to run the entire length of the Greenline down and back {it’s six miles}. Maybe when I am training for thatmarathon on my bucket list?

Isn't God's workmanship breathtaking?

For ever since the world was created, people have seen the earth and sky. Through everything God made, they can clearly see His invisible qualities - His eternal power and divine nature. So they have no excuse for not knowing God. 

~Romans 1:20

This mural was amazing. And I can confidently say after three months, I do indeed love Memphis.

Do I have any readers who are runners? Where is your favorite place to run?

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