Last night for the first time I joined a couple friends of mine who run regularly at the Metrodome. During the winter off-season the stadium opens its doors to exercise enthusiasts who want to sweat and gasp in a climate-controlled environment. All you have to do is pay a dollar and you get to run around the concrete concessions loop as much as you want.

If you stop and think about it long enough, running is a pretty quirky activity. Especially running in the Metrodome. I mean, think about it. People actually pay money to huff and puff and wear weird, stinky clothes for 30 minutes or so. The Metrodome profits off of a mobile mass of pain and fatigue.

But these runners know what they are doing. They aren’t after pain. They are ultimately after pleasure. Health. Slimmer bodies. Sounder minds. They know that the pain is working a greater joy, and so they keep on chugging.

For this slight momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal. (2 Corinthians 4:17-18)