Because I Think I Can

     The title for this blog entry is taken from a book that a friend of mine (Davey Green, patient from Launceston, clinic Conwell England) wrote. I got to know him by way of being requested to be on his Facebook page after two of his friends met me at the Graveyard 100 race. I gave them both a signed copy of my book and one for them to pass on to Davey. The friendship that was birthed continues. We will be doing our first race together in February (2014) in Texas (Cowtown Ultra marathon).
    His great book shares how he got to sign up for his first marathon (his first of many) – one that changed his life in many fulfilling and exciting ways.
     Here are a few highlights that I want to share with you.
      “So how did I end up having to run a marathon? Well, what happened was…
     Even if you have never played a game of Poker in your life, one can assume that if three of your five cards are Kings…you are probably going to win all the money that is currently in the pot….It is rare for two players in a friendly game like ours to push the pot to a limit whereby the pot limit is reached or that one of us will run out of money but there was a ghouse rule for this permutation.
     On this occasion, it was my duty to inform the players that I had insufficient funds on the table or in my wallet, to ‘call’ my opponent’s hand.
     The reward for winning was that I collected all the takings that were in the pot. The price of failure was that my opponent would naturally take all the money and that I would owe the amount of money that I was in deficit by, namely the amount that I had failed to put in the pot.
     Here is the rub.
     In addition, there would be a forfeit to pay just for having such a financial shortfall. Previously this would have been a trip to the off-license to restock the cigarettes and beer or do the dishes or mow the lawn or do something of a similarly embarrassing nature.
     On this occasion I conceded to Nick Edge, my friend of many years, that I would run the Flora London Marathon if my cards were of insufficient value….
     You know the rest…Nick turned over a full house.
      Did my so-called buddies really make me stand by my embarrassing claim that I would run the Flora London Marathon? Actually no, they didn’t…However they did come to a gentleman’s agreement that I had just been showing off far too much and that I was to be forgiven if I would just wash and polish Nick’s car and hand over the £3.25 that I was short by in the first place!”
     Before I share any more of this part of the story I want to go back and quote a little from a few pages before when Davey was – well read what he wrote.
     “I have watched quite a few marathons on the telly over the years and I have always wondered if it was even remotely possible that someone like me could ever dream of overcoming such a gargantuan task. Then I quickly stopped wondering, lit a cigarette and finished my pint.
      Another year passed on, then another, same admiration but no yearning to actually put my money where my mouth is…
      …how on earth is it possible for some overweight bloke from some small town that you have never heard….I do not even look like a person fit enough to run the first mile.”
THEN DAVEY BEGAN TO ASK HIMSELF THESE QUESTIONS!
     “What if I got fit? What if I lost a few ounces? What if I stopped smoking? What if I stopped boozing? What if I tried running and started to enjoy it? What if I ate food that was actually good for me? What if? What if? What if? What if?
     Dear reader, does any of this sound familiar to you? If it does, then this could be the start of a beautiful relationship. I am talking about a relationship that may change your life and steer you towards an unchartered territory; the land where all of those marathons runners live.”
I HAVE HAD TWO TIMES IN MY LIFE AT THIS STARTING POINT.
     The first was close to forty years ago when I was tried of getting drunk, chocking on my own cigar smoke, and being unhappy with my wife and baby. I was also tired of a religion that was as dead as I felt inside.
     I took the step of faith and accepted Jesus as Lord and Savior in my life – became a Born Again Christian. Not the religious Christian I thought I was. I was on a new course in my life of peace, joy and fellowship with God!
     A little over a decade ago I realized that I was healed, not just to go on as usual, but to serve a purpose in my life and in the lives of others. I started to take better care of myself and to ‘run daily’! That was over 26,000 logged running miles ago that were filled with marathons in every state (73 to date) and hours of sharing about what Jesus can do.
YOU CAN HAVE A STORY LIKE DAVEY’S!
YOU CAN BE A PART OF THE LIFE I STILL ENJOY AT ‘68’!
YOU ONLY HAVE TO HAVE THE FAITH TO TAKE THAT FIRST STEP…