Some Mutterings

There was a significant part of me that did not want to be there. But there I was.

Because of my reluctance, my mind was geared into the probability of achieving a pathetic time. The kind person invited us to start running with that simple word ‘Go’ and off I shuffled.

I fell into a slothful stride and I knew I wasn’t going to my maximum. My mind wandered onto frivolous things and I prayed fervently for the torture to be over.

Later, I got my Parkrun email and it was as I expected. A very slow tortoise type time indeed.

But there is a reason why I tell you this. And my reason is that attitude counts for everything. Our mind set as we head into our adventures counts. It matters and plays a significant role in determining the outcome.

If I lined up at the start of park run with a grim determination to give this my very best shot and nothing was going to stop me, and to hec with the rain coming in sideways and the sub zero temperature, then I have no doubt that my time would have been significantly better. In fact I proved it to myself the next week when the bathroom scales and I saw things quite differently and ferocious words were muttered.

This mental attitude before starting applies to just about everything we do. So instead of toddling across to the church in the dark because ‘I spose I better,' what would happen if I went in excited and expectant; convinced that I was going to encounter the presence of the Risen Master? What might happen then?