It’s a God thing…

My friend Maranda coined that term. (Well maybe she didn’t coin it but she is the first person I’ve ever heard use it). She uses it to describe life happenings, little blessings, and various other random acts that can’t be explained.

This morning I was telling Maranda about this awesome new intro that I’m working with. This young women is a high school trackster whose specialty is hurdles (for those of you who may not know I hurdled in high school and college). Right away this set a connection for the both of us. Next my intro proceeds to look me dead in the eye and state, “I want to win hurdles at state track next year.”

Whoa, this girl means business.

So we chatted a bit about her background and my background only to realize we have loads in common; our likes, dislikes, personalities, and even hurdle weaknesses (those darn hip flexors!) were the same. After a bit more chatting she told me she was interested in personal training. My initial thought, “Oh cool. I’ll have to talk to the guys at the gym to see who would want to do that for her. Jeremy would probably be the best fit since he has running experience.”

It didn’t even cross my mind that she would want me to coach her.

As I drove home after our first intro I got to thinking about whether or not I would be able to help her reach her goal. This girl wants to win state track….that’s no short order to fill. Would I be able to help her accomplish that??

Then the logical side of my brain started to kick in. Didn’t I hurdle for nearly 8 years? Didn’t I go to numerous hurdle camps in college? Most importantly, wouldn’t I have killed to have someone mentor me and help me see my potential a little earlier in life?

The more I thought about it the more excited I was. Not only is the an awesome opportunity to coach a driven young hurdler, it’s also a chance to mentor a stellar young woman. 

Just a few days ago I was talking about how I wanted to inspire people and then this new intro gets plopped into my lap. All I can say is, it’s a God thing.