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What are your feelings about eating meat?

Yesterday, I finished my first 21 km half marathon.

Before the race, I ate a lot of bread, rice, and cookies for energy. But after crossing the finish line, I felt completely exhausted—my legs hurt, my muscles ached, and my whole body trembled as if it had poured out all its strength.

In that moment, eating meat felt so beautiful.

I ate chicken—juicy, warm, and rich in taste. It comforted me, not just physically, but emotionally. I could feel my body saying “thank you.” The protein began its quiet work of repairing muscles, but my heart was also being restored by gratitude.

During the hardest part of the race—from 6 km to 17 km—there were so many climbs. My legs felt like they would break, but I looked up at the sky and whispered,

“Lord, what do You want me to experience through this?”

And then I understood something deeper about life.

When we are young, we run fast.

In middle age, we learn to run wisely.

In old age, we run meaningfully.

The middle stage of the marathon was like middle age—long, tiring, and full of challenge. Yet the cheers from people at the end gave me new strength. I realized that support—family, friends, classmates, and partners—is like food for the soul. Just as healthy food restores the body, love restores the heart.

So how do I feel about eating meat?

For me, meat is not just food. It’s nourishment. It’s a reminder that my body is working hard and deserves care. I eat it with gratitude—to the Lord, to my body, and to the long journey that has shaped me.

When I hugged my partner at the finish line, I thought,

“Yes, we did it.”

That moment was full of meaning.

Eating meat, to me, is connected with effort, recovery, gratitude, and life itself.

Every bite after the race reminded me—this body, this strength, and even this tiredness are all gifts.

Thank You, Lord, for the strength to run and the food to heal.

Thank You for the race, the journey, and the life You gave me.