Tomorrow I return to Copper Mountain to compete in the National Championships.
*deep breath*
I
try to whisk myself back to August when I first dreamed of this
venture. The idea of competing in the Nationals seemed so out of reach,
so daring. Now I'm here. The day after tomorrow I'll be on the course.
Training
didn't go as planned. I signed up for three days and only trained two
because of a mild concussion on the second day. If ever I wished I could
reverse a crash, it was then. I'd only trained half the course hard.
The last half, I haven't tried yet at full speed, but I'll be racing on
it whether I like it or not.
God
took away the confidence I could have placed in my own training. He
reminded me to trust Him, that it's not about my own strength. So I flew
home, uncertain and battling nerves.
I
don't know what will happen in two days. I've dreamed about it every
night since coming home. I dreamed of winning, of placing in the middle,
and of forgetting to drive to Colorado (panic!). I'm okay with any
outcome. God has changed my life through this process. He's changed
Daylen's. He's changed the lives of others. Isn't that what started
this? Desire for His glory?
May the glory continue! Watch for a race update soon.
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