Several years ago, I read about the world's longest foot race. It's called the Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race, held between the months of June and August every year. According to a Reuters report, "The longest foot race in the world is 3,100 miles, long enough to stretch from New York to Los Angeles. Those who run it choose a different route: they circle one city block in Queens -- for two months straight.
"The athletes lap their block more than 5,000 times. They wear out 12 pairs of shoes. They run more than two marathons daily. In the heat and rain of a New York summer, they stop for virtually nothing except to sleep between midnight and 6 a.m."
You can read more about this race here:
http://en.wikipedia.orglwiki/Self-Transcendence 3100 Mile Race
I find it incredible that anybody can run that far for that long. But perhaps what I find even more incredible is that it is done by running the same half-mile stretch over and over and over. If the running didn't kill me, the monotony would!
But I thought of what a great picture that is of life. We often talk about how the Christian life is a "race" (I Cor. 9:24; 2 Tim. 4:7; Heb. 12:1). And it is a long, long race. But I don't know how often we have considered that the difficulty in the race is not only in its length, but also in its monotony. So much of what we do is repetitive and "mundane."