Roxborough June 1998

Roxborough June 1998

Why “Going the Distance” was my final answer . . .

I think too much. Sometimes I can’t make a decision for months, but then when the answer comes, I know in my gut that it’s the right one. Not bad for an ISTJ (that’s Introverted, Sensing, Thinking, Judging in Myers-Briggs personality typing).

I’ve taken the Myers-Briggs test several times. One thing each test has shown is that I am an extreme sensor, not an intuitive at all—I gather my information from my senses and facts.

My husband, Sherman, used to call me H. Ross Perot, after the colorful third party candidate from the 1992 presidential election. He thought I was like Perot, mostly based on Johnny Carson’s parodies: “I’ve got to see it, touch it, smell it.” If you remember Perot, you probably remember his twangy Texas accent—and his numerous pie charts.

So what seems like an intuitive decision for me is actually based on a long list of things that “prove”—to me anyway—why I make the choice.

When I was at the writing group’s blogging workshop, someone asked me what I wrote. Basically I stammered out what I had written in the past, but explained mostly at that time I was just trying to get through each day, due to things happening in my personal life.

That’s when another member—who coincidentally happens to be my psychiatrist—suggested that getting through the day might be a good theme for my blog. Yes, she knows me well, despite our limited professional encounters. And that’s why she gets paid the big bucks!

OK, it took me another two and a half months to realize she was right, but now I can tell myself—and you—why.

“Going the Distance” is the title of a Cake song that resonates with me, even though it’s about cars and mixed-up relationships. That phrase always speaks to me about running. No matter that some years I haven’t run at all, but I have been running off and on for over forty years. When I was sixteen, I ran thirty to thirty-six miles a week. I wasn’t the fastest runner, but I did go the distance—often.

(c) 2009 Christiana Lambert

Several years ago I slowly worked my way back to regular running, thanks to the yoga and Pilates that helped realign my body enough so I could run again. My distances were much shorter than in my early running days, but I set goals—time, visual, and/or distance—and mostly met them. Despite cross-training with the hope to continue to run even as I aged, in 2011, I ended up on my own injured reserve roster. Well, after a variety of medical treatments and a whole lot of targeted exercises—and time—I am thankful I am back on the active running roster and out on the road again, taking the journey one (slow) step at a time.

But running is also a metaphor for life and how I want to live my life with faith—faith that there is a God whose Son came to bring this world new life, that He has a plan for me, and that He will see me through whatever I need to do in this life.

. . . but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31, NIV

Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and let us run with perseverance the race that is set before us. Hebrews 12:1, NRSV

I might get weary, but I plan to keep running this race. I am . . . going the distance.

And yes, I did just throw Myers-Briggs, H. Ross Perot, very secular—but often biblically aware—music, and Bible verses together into one post. Those are just a few of the grab bag of influences that led me to, this, my final answer.

Roxborough Park 2007

Roxborough Park 2007