So I felt as sleep at around 11:50 p.m. and had no dreams, I woke up sometime at 1:00 a.m. and went back to sleep. But when my alarm went off, I did not want to get up; I thought what if i just don't go. Yes that crossed my mind, shame on me. But I decided to pray and get up and get ready to go. I began running around as if I did not know where my stuff was. All was carefully placed together so I would not forget anything. I had ti return to get my gloves cause I forgot them. I got to the lobby and it was a mad house, I felt I wanted to trow up because of the emotions. I got outside and it was not cold, it was about 40 degrees, I was expecting the chilly breeze I experienced last year in Philadelphia but it was nice outside. I checked in my bag and I realized that I was missing my tag to check it in, but the lady made an exception and helped me out.
At that time I was thinking: " what was I thinking", " why am I here?", "I am crazy!". And I guess I am. Now I was waiting for the organization to open the corral and started talking to a lady who was also participating ans was by herself. I was already getting many encouraging messages through Face Book from you and I wanted to share how the mood was but how could I ask the lady to take my picture, that is very narcissistic of me, right?
So I did anyway, look at my face, Yeap, I was insecure.
They finally opened the corral(start-line)and I went right in it. They have the line up by the minutes per mile you think you will keep. So I moved to the 13 minute per mile. I met some more ladies who participated, they were from Colorado and they were telling me how difficult it was going to be for me because of the altitude. That was great encouragement! At 7:00 a.m. the wheel chairs that participate in the event got the go. O that point I look at my left and I saw the peak of the church tower in sight, you see next to the red light? It was beautiful, I was praying and talking to God at the same time, asking him to be with me all the way through, that I could never do such thing without him, that he is my strength in the times of perseverance. I begged him to hold my hand and to run next to me. I felt ready with my friends word in my mind, win as if to get the prize....And I dared to ask someone to take a picture and posted it on FB. After that I pushed on the play button of my I-phone and the music began to play. I marked my pace with music and the first song was "Can you hear the mountain tremble" by Mark Redman. It begans "Could this be the land of the free?". The crowd was shouting, the announcer was screaming and welcoming the brave who came from sea level states. My heart was pounding very fast and finally we got the Go! I took a second to take the picture of the go moment and I started my first mile. I wanted to cry, I felt a huge stone in my throat, I fell like I could not breath and it felt as if I was not moving as everyone else was passing me by. I could God whisper "don't cry Julie, I am with you, you are not alone, let go" and I took off. I was overwhelmed, I had two difficult months behind, two months of training and hardships and it all came to surface. The second song began to play "How great Thou art" by Paul Baloche a more modern rithym and I kept my pace just as when I was training on the streets of Coconut Grove. With the sun in my face and with your words of encouragement in my heart I kept running one step at the time. A smile awaited for me just after the tears dried up and I felt God's presence so close I could high five with him. It was 7:35 a.m. and no sight of the first mile but I trusted that I had run that mile twice at that time; I did not worry and enjoyed discovering the city of Denver, Colorado.
23I only know that in every city the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me. 24However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace.