Jesus the long distance athlete
What an exciting year 2012 is panning out to be. We have the European football championships where the whole country expects England to win it, but we fail miserably and blame everything except the players. We have the Olympics being held in London and various parts of the UK and then the Paralympics. However unlike the football we happen to have some very talented athletes who are in for a good shout of some medals. Especially the cyclist’s, swimmers, rowers and just about anything else that goes on water.
I like to think of myself as a long distance athlete. I have run quite a few long distance runs over all kinds of terrain, recently completing a really tough cross country course, ‘The black death run’. Included in these many daft things I’ve been stupid enough to run and walk large swathes of the southwest coastal path, which happens to be very pretty but a bit taxing on the old thighs and feet. Cycling is my new means of manpower and I am really enjoying the freedom it provides. I have achieved some mini triumphs like getting to the top of Ham Hill after cycling 15 miles. I didn’t take the views in on the way up, but coming down the other side was much more enjoyable.
Recently however I gave some thought to the early long distance athletes, the first people to be documented for achieving amazing feats of stamina and endurance.
The first person to spring to mind was Pheidippides, the supposed creator of the modern day Marathon. Pheidippides, an Athenian, was sent to Sparta to ask for assistance when the Persians landed in Marathon, Greece. He covered 150 miles in 2 days. Then if that wasn’t enough, he ran from the battlefield in Marathon back to Athens to bring the good news of victory, another 26 miles. He managed to muster the words ‘We have won’ then keeled over and died.
This was quite something, Pheidippides done all this in not much more than a toga and sandals. In the 21st century I wear moisture wicking material that keeps me cool when it’s hot and hot when its cold. I also have state of the art trainers that support my ankles and make sure I do not injure myself. The furthest I have worn sandals is probably down to the local shop, stubbing my toes and causing blisters to my feet. The thought of covering 176 miles in sandals I have to say is very unappealing!
But why did he do it? Pheidippides was known as a ‘Day Runner’, similar to a courier today. His message was good news and he sacrificed himself to deliver it.
It didn’t take long to see the similarities with Jesus. However surely Jesus was no long distance athlete? Well think again. He was the original Ultra Marathon man, and as we are about to see he made Pheidippides’ run look like a stroll in the park.
We all know Jesus was born on the road. Mary and Joseph left Nazareth and took the dusty road to Bethlehem, a walk of 70 miles if they took the flattest easiest route through the Jordon valley. With a heavily pregnant Mary this would have taken them both 3 days. They would have known the route very well as each year they would have shuffled along the track to Jerusalem, a mere 67 Miles from Nazareth, to attend Passover and for many other reasons. So Jesus was even born to parents who were young fit and crossed many miles of difficult terrain regularly. But this was the norm at the time Jesus was born. A lot of people travelled all over the Middle East selling goods, looking for work or being part of a nomad community. All this was done by sandal power and if you were lucky you might have a donkey to take the weight of your spices, rugs, or anything else you have to sell.
Jesus was born into a time with much upheaval. Jesus and his new family, depending who you believe, had to cross over the border into Egypt to prot