This excerpt is from an article I wrote for calledtoyouthministry.com. The link to the rest of the article is at the bottom of this post.
These were the dying words of Pheidippides. According to legend, when the Greeks defeated the Persians at Marathon, Pheidippides was sent to Athens to relay the good news. Immediately after fighting in the battle, he was sent as a messenger of the news. He ran the entire 25+ miles without stopping, only to declare, “We won!” with his dying breath. 
The combination of a hard-fought battle and a 25 mile sprint proved too much for the man, and his life gave out under the effort. The news was important, and timing crucial, but he lost his life to deliver it. At what point does the consequence outweigh importance of the task? Would the news still be valid if the man had taken a little more time for the sake of his health? Probably. But I’m sure he saw the need for the news to be delivered. He was willing to sacrifice his own well-being to get the job done, even if it meant running until his heart actually stopped.
My own personal marathon
I can relate to this in a small way. In fact, as I write this I realize I have just finished my tenth day in a row of working in some form or other. I’ve worked right through both my days off. I always find one more thing that should have been finished, or something else I could get started on; another emergency problem that I have to attend to “right now”. Even though I know better, I keep pushing through and working. As if somehow working myself to death is preferable to taking a break.
It’s like weight lifting…
Read the rest over at CalledToYouthMinistry.com