Well, yesterday morning was the ideal racing day. The cold froze the dirt so it crunched underneath my feet, the wind wasn't too stiff, and the sun was shining. I ran my first 8K and just missed taking home a trophy at the conclusion of the 3 race series. If only I had run a bit faster that first race. If only I had known the course better on the second race and hadn't started kicking too soon. If only I had trained a little harder. Well, these things cannot be helped now, I can't change the past. I can only look forward and try to do better.
Somehow running is parallel to life. Whatever trouble you and I are facing in our lives: sin, disease, or loss, we can only look forward and attempt to imitate Christ.