Run Like a Kenyan


Each Wednesday, my mom takes the little guys for the day. Up until last month, I was trekking to the office on Wednesdays, doing communications consulting work. These days, I use Wednesdays to work on my new Beautycounter consulting business, blog about my recent inspirations, and take 30 minutes to exercise. Wednesdays are SUCH a gift to me! Who doesn’t love the gift of time?!?!?!

Today on my run trot, I was ever-so-slowly approaching one of my neighbors who was also out for a nice little jog. As I passed him, he yelled, “What are you—a Kenyan?” I nearly peed my pants. No one should ever crack jokes like that to a pregnant woman on a run. Lack of bladder control is FOR REAL! I wanted to respond with “Nope, I’m just a mom trying to stay sane and not pee my pants,” but I simply laughed and told him to have a great rest of his run.

keynan

As I continued on, I felt my stride get a little longer, and there was a little identity shift simply because of a compliment. I started to think about how my perspective of myself is just OFF sometimes. I was feeling suuuuuper slow today, and I was just glad to be outside exercising. After my neighbor compared my 10-minute-pace to a Kenyan, suddenly I felt a little faster! Clearly there was some humor in his comment, but it just makes me think about the power of perspective. We often measure ourselves to these crazy standards that we’ll never meet, and wonder why we’re disappointed. We tend to give everyone else slack and compliments, but forget to return the favor to our self!

While it’s nice to get compliments and encouragement, we do need to be careful that our identity isn’t determined by what other people think about us. I’m so thankful that we don’t have to live in a reality where our self worth is measured on the number of “likes” our Facebook selfie gets. Our identity isn’t measured on the number of friends we have, how great our career is, or even how much money we make. Our identity rests in the hands of our Father. The one who created us, loves us, and calls us beautiful.

Our identity was chosen before we even had a say in our own life goals and dreams. Whether we claim it or not, we are all children of the most High King who loves with a relentless kind of love. He’s the one who gets to tell us what our identity is and you know what he says? “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you.” (Jeremiah 1:5)

God created you and I on purpose and for a purpose. So here’s my prayer for you:

“…I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.” – Ephesians 3:17-19.

You were made uniquely you, and you have gifts to share that the people around you need. I truly believe that being vulnerable is beautiful. Whatever God’s gifted you with, pursue it. Whatever helps you breath, do it.

xoxo,

Linds

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Run Like a Kenyan

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