10K in Austin


Me and a bunch of other buddies and students from Koinonia and Gracepoint Fellowship Church decided to run the Austin 10K! The 5th largest 10K in the nation! Largest in terms of the number of people who sign up and participate every year. Can you believe people voluntary sign-up for something like this? But yes, people do. I scanned the runners who were around me right before the race started and to my surprise, many of them actually looked excited and happy. It’s one of the mysteries of life. =) On a grim, cold Sunday morning, I along with others woke up at 6:30am asking myself “What is life? What am I doing waking up so early to run 6.2 miles?!” It was a motley crew of people all with different motivations – some were in it for personal glorification, some were in it to take a nice leisurely walk (her initials are LC), some were bullied into it, some were jocks who didn’t think much of 6.2 miles, some were in it for the experience, and then there were some who just weren’t quite sure why they were there. I think I fell in with the latter group of people. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to train for this, but luckily, I didn’t go into cardiac arrest. My hope was to just keep running and not stop to walk. While others wanted to beat an old record time of theirs, I just wanted to keep running and finish the race. It wasn't much of a goal but I am glad I was able to accomplish it. =) I’m a terrible runner, but at the finish line, I thought to myself how it wasn’t all that bad. Even though my time was 1 hour and 15 minutes and I came in last out of our entire group, it felt good doing something that was challenging and intimidating for me. Hopefully, being part of 10K would have built in me just a little bit more willingness and courage to confront other kinds of challenges that I know I will face later on in life. Plus, the race did have its highlights like having strangers cheer for me and being able to drink a cup of water and then throw it violently down onto the ground (I always wanted to do that). But no, I don’t think I will ever be in a position to run a marathon. I will, however, run next year's 10K and hopefully more gals will be willing to join in on the fun and pain!

Don't Pretend Like You're Immortal

Don't Pretend Like You're Immortal

“Gone…like Elvis and his mom, like Al Pacino’s cash, nothing lasts…” “Gone…like Elvis and his mom, like Al Pacino’s cash, nothing lasts…” What a catchy song. “Gone – In 24 hours, today will be yesterday” was the theme of our Koinonia’s Spring Welcome Night last Friday. The hope was to communicate that our time here on earth is limited and death, though difficult to think about, will surely come to each person. How then should we live our lives so that in the end, when we find ourselves facing death, we know we will have lived meaningfully? What a topic to deliver to an audience of young, spry, wide-eyed college students who have their whole lives ahead of them. I remember how I felt when I arrived on the college scene (which wasn’t that long ago). I was excited because I was finally on my own. I felt unstoppable. Not because I had anything in particular going for me, but that I was young and I had the whole world at my fingertips it felt like. Then, I got this uneasy feeling that there might be a certain, right way to live out there that I am neglecting or might be blind to. I began asking the questions that Pastor Manny challenged the audience to ask themselves – who am I?, where do I come from?, what is life? If there are answers to these questions, it means that my life philosophy of doing whatever I want needed to change. It hit me that my life is indeed short and will pass like a blink of an eye. I remember how I was sharing with the students around me last Friday that the season of life that I miss the most was my third grade year. Why, you ask? Because I was making a lot of friends, my teacher was so patient and gave me a lot of love/attention, and I was at the peak of my tetherball game. That was 19 years ago. Time just flew by since then like a flash. In college, I met people who challenged me to think about my mortality. I began to take their advice. If God exists and if He is good and worth following, then I want to know right now so that I live correctly in His eyes. I’m thankful that I was able to find God during my college years so that I can give the very best of my life over to Him and experience the meaning and richness of living according to His truths.