You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take
You “run” to where the highway ends and the desert breaks
Out on to an open road you “run” until the day
You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay
It has been a month and three marathons later since I have written. The chance I took was to run 3 marathons in 22 days – so trivial. There isn’t much chance in running, not like in life itself. The only chance I was taking in running 3 marathons in 22 days was basically not finishing one of them although 26.2 miles isn’t that far and can be walked by nearly anyone. Of course, there is a price to pay when maximizing your effort usually through mental and physical pain. I could certainly die running but then again I have more of a chance dying in a car accident than running 26.2 miles. So, where really is the chance? Chance in life is much different because the price you pay affects everyone around you. So, for us hardcore runners, do we run so that we can sleep at night with the chances taken – the price to be paid? Were the hills of Mississippi, the desert of Arizona and the jagged coastal beaches of California a metaphor for the twists and turns, ups and downs that life bestows upon us? Will God ever help with the price you pay?
It has been a month and three marathons later since I have written. The chance I took was to run 3 marathons in 22 days – so trivial. There isn’t much chance in running, not like in life itself. The only chance I was taking in running 3 marathons in 22 days was basically not finishing one of them although 26.2 miles isn’t that far and can be walked by nearly anyone. Of course, there is a price to pay when maximizing your effort usually through mental and physical pain. I could certainly die running but then again I have more of a chance dying in a car accident than running 26.2 miles. So, where really is the chance? Chance in life is much different because the price you pay affects everyone around you. So, for us hardcore runners, do we run so that we can sleep at night with the chances taken – the price to be paid? Were the hills of Mississippi, the desert of Arizona and the jagged coastal beaches of California a metaphor for the twists and turns, ups and downs that life bestows upon us? Will God ever help with the price you pay?
Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies
And in one last breath they built the roads they'd “run” to their death
”Running” on through the night, unable to break away
From the restless pull of the price you pay
In three marathons, I ran with nearly 35,000 other people. They all reached for something more. They let he sky be the limit. Did they find what they were looking for? Were they able to break away? Did they find life or did they run to their death? Are they still paying the price? My guess is that all of these runners are better off for their effort.
In three marathons, I ran with nearly 35,000 other people. They all reached for something more. They let he sky be the limit. Did they find what they were looking for? Were they able to break away? Did they find life or did they run to their death? Are they still paying the price? My guess is that all of these runners are better off for their effort.
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you can't “run” away from the price you pay
No matter how many marathons there are, ultras of 50 miles, 100 miles, you can’t run away from the price you pay. Does it mean that you should stop? When you run, you sometimes know what you are running from but you never know what you are running to – who the person is when you get there. But, there is still a price to pay.
No matter how many marathons there are, ultras of 50 miles, 100 miles, you can’t run away from the price you pay. Does it mean that you should stop? When you run, you sometimes know what you are running from but you never know what you are running to – who the person is when you get there. But, there is still a price to pay.
Now they'd come so far and they'd waited so long
Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong
Where the dark of night holds back the light of the day
And you've gotta stand and fight for the price you pay
As in the marathon, like life, you never know when it will go wrong. The clouds will darken and the light of day will shorten until it disappears like the miles behind. But everyone keeps moving forward and fights gallantly for the price you pay to get to the finish just to start again.
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
As in the marathon, like life, you never know when it will go wrong. The clouds will darken and the light of day will shorten until it disappears like the miles behind. But everyone keeps moving forward and fights gallantly for the price you pay to get to the finish just to start again.
Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you can't “run” away from the price you pay
Do you remember the story of the promised land
How he crossed the desert sands
And could not enter the chosen land
On the banks of the river he stayed
To face the price you pay
The Promised Land lies ahead of you with every step and every mile across the desert, along the coast, up and down the hills of life. The chosen land can be entered whenever you would like if you face the price you pay. You don’t have to stay on the banks of the river. Getting to the other side comes with a price. The Promised Land is waiting.
The Promised Land lies ahead of you with every step and every mile across the desert, along the coast, up and down the hills of life. The chosen land can be entered whenever you would like if you face the price you pay. You don’t have to stay on the banks of the river. Getting to the other side comes with a price. The Promised Land is waiting.
So let the “race” start, you better run you little wild heart
You can run through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign
That counts the men fallen away to the price you pay, and before the end of the day,
I'm gonna tear it down and throw it away
The starting line is where it begins, the journey to the far reaches of life, never stopping and always moving forward – running wild with heart. You will see others falter and fall away to the price you pay. Before it’s over, don’t let anyone bring you down with them. Run your own race, throw away the sign and finish life, find the joy and finish the distance with the price you pay.
The starting line is where it begins, the journey to the far reaches of life, never stopping and always moving forward – running wild with heart. You will see others falter and fall away to the price you pay. Before it’s over, don’t let anyone bring you down with them. Run your own race, throw away the sign and finish life, find the joy and finish the distance with the price you pay.
Now some say forget the past, and some say don't look back
But for every breath you take well buddy you leave a track
Learn from the past, from the last mile ran or the last breath we just taken. The track is treacherous and not looking back makes looking forward a more difficult journey. The price you pay is by not looking backward. The price you pay is by not looking forward. The price you pay.
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