I imagine that the first mile of a marathon is easier than the last. I can only imagine because it’s not something I will ever do.
I wasn’t born with the crazy gene.
But life is a race. It starts the day we’re born and ends the day we die.
The Apostle Paul said, “Do you not know that those who run in a race all run, but only one receives the prize? Run in such a way that you may win. (1 Corinthians 9:24 NASB)
But not everyone is winning the race. Not everyone finishes strong. The last mile is harder than the first. Life is not easy. We stumble. We fall. Our knees and elbows get scraped and some people give up. They crawl to their deaths. Others dust themselves off, get up and keep running.
It’s what you must do especially if your race has spectators, because those people are more than spectators.
They are the prize.