It's a typical Friday afternoon: I'm wrapping up the items on my to-do list that need to be finished for the weekend, stressing out about the poetry homework in my online creative writing class I haven't made much of a dent in, about to leave for the gym any minute. I realized I've been a major blog neglecter this week, but some weeks that just happens. Life happens.
Quite honestly it hasn't been a happy week for me. I had two very painful runs on Monday and Tuesday for my half-marathon training and took a forced rest day on Wednesday. (hate resting!) I blogged my frustrations out on my running blog. I'm off of running for the next three days at least. On Wednesday evening I acted like the emotional, hormonal teenage girl I am and cried my eyes out about how it wasn't fair. (Cue my mother's voice: Life isn't always fair. Well, dangit. It should be.) I marvelled at how much this means to me.
I don't desire material things. Very few things would make me cry if I couldn't have them. Take my grades, take my accomplishments, take my dreams: I know God has something better in store if He chooses to give and take away. But this? I WANT this. I want this so bad. The idea of not running something I've trained for, for months, makes me want to cry all over again. Maybe God is teaching me to be this passionate about sharing His Word? Would I cry if somebody told me I could never tell anybody about the saving power of Jesus again? I need to dwell on that. And trust.
The elliptical and I are casually dating. Y'know the kind of couples where they're both in it just for the "now" and not for the future? That's us. (Side note: I definitely do not encourage casual dating behaviour unless it is with pieces of fitness equiment.) We have no future. But I'll have some fun until next week and then I'll kick him to the curb and get back together with my one and only. My running shoes and the road.
P.S. My Dad came up to my room about an hour ago and installed an intercom system. I then had to sit there and respond to "Can you hear me now?" as he hopped from room to room to room. "Hey James, I'm in the basement now. Can you hear me?" Yes, yes, yes, I can hear you! "Jamie, can you hear me?!" Oh, I forgot to hold down the TALK button, "OH! I can hear you! I just forgot to let you hear me." "Okay, one more room. Hold on... Hey Jamie, what about now?"
I may be throwing this out the window in a few weeks time.
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