When I found a team to do this event with me I immediately went into overdrive with my competitive juices and began training, but a stress I carried was “can we help enough to make a difference?”. The uncalming pressure of trying to do something “big” for someone was lingering with every workout that I did, but through this experience I’ve found crazy amounts of encouragement. Here’s one of the coolest stories I could ever share…….
When we set out to do this I started thinking of as many ways that we could raise money for Camp Good Days as I could. Knowing it wouldn’t have a huge yield, I thought it would just be fun to save up all the loose change we get at work and any change I get personally, throw it in my piggy bank (yes I have a University of Miami piggy bank) and see what little bit we came up with.
To take it a step further, as I was going out on these longer runs, I started noticing a ton of change on the ground as I ran around town and was like “might as well”. So run after run I kept on collecting change, sometimes even dollar bills that I’d see on the street. A quirky thing about me is on these long runs I can usually be caught talking to myself just to try and pass the time by - weird, but that’s me. Well one day about four weeks ago I was finishing a run and I’m talking to myself and I’m saying, “man it’s been a few days since I’ve found anything, Lord, I need some help here!”. If I’m lying, I’m dying, not more than ten steps later sure enough there was a dime sitting right there in my path on the road. Not a lot, but just enough for Him to give me encouragement and tell me He’s going to see us through this.
Then last week, I hit another drought - no quarters, nickels, dimes - nothing! I was out on a run yesterday, having my conversation and I said it again, “Lord, we’re getting close to race day and it’s been a week since I’ve hit the piggy bank with anything, I could really use some help! Within two steps, I go right past two pennies, hit the brakes, and sure as I’m writing this popped those babies into my pocket. Again not a lot, but knowing fear has been creeping in, wondering if we’re going to be able to make the impact for Camp Good Days that I want to make, knowing I’m scared I won’t be able to finish this race, the Lord showed up and let me know he’s got my back!
What’s my point? My point is I picked up those pennies and ran that last mile in 4:54 because He gave me strength.
What’s my point? My point is $33.88 worth of quarters, nickels, dimes, and pennies isn’t a lot but every little bit of support and encouragement helps.
What’s my point? My point is that it’s hard to imagine how much the families of Camp Good Days need the Lord’s help and need encouragement from all of us, so we’re going to make sure we do everything we can!
What’s my point? In 10 days, WORLD’S TOUGHEST MUDDER - what are you going to do when TEAM ‘FLO, CAMP GOOD DAYS, WNY, and BOCA run wild on you?!?!?!