The woman in this photo is not me. Oh I wish I were that cute. The man isn’t 2nd man either. I like 2nd man the way he is though…I don’t want this guy. Anyway, I just had to find a picture for today’s post. It’s about running –in case you didn’t guess.
Yes, in my never-ending quest to get healthy and look kinda cute too, we’ve taken up running. We’re now in week 6 of the 9 week Couch potato to 5K running plan. (I mentioned it in a previous post last week sometime.) Anyway, I’m starting to get past the “What am I doing out here?” stage and moving into the excited, “I think I can” stage. It feels good to be accomplishing something. Especially since my running partner is a foot taller than I am and running brings on all sorts of heat rashes that they just don’t talk about on those biggest loser shows.
I’ve been trying, unsuccessfully, for about 10 years now to lose weight. Everyone in my family is unhealthy and quite frankly, I’m scared to death to end up that way. However, I’m beginning to wonder what my body’s deal is anyway. The more I try – the unhealthier I get. Since starting P90X and incorporating clean eating, I’ve now gained 10 lbs in the past year and my cholesterol has gone up. So you might understand that I need to set goals that lead to other things than health and weight loss. We’re on our way to doing this 5K in just four short weeks. Then I can go around saying things like, “yeah, I’m a runner.” Or “In my last 5k…” I’ll let ya know if I make it.
This is not me either. It’s my beautiful first born, Katie. She can sing, so can my other daughter too. I’m not sure where they got it, certainly not me. However, I almost got my big chance last night. Our new song leader, Jose approached me to inquire if I was a singer. (Jose is an exciting new addition to the church staff. I first heard him sing last winter at a youth retreat. I could listen to him all day, such a beautiful and soothing voice. He hails from West Coast Baptist Bible College and Lancaster Baptist church in Lancaster, CA. I never thought he’d come to the middle of, well, here to be a song leader, But God is good and we got him! And I just love to say his name, don’t know why, it just has such and exotic and fun feel to it.) Anyway, I hesitated for a few awkward moments trying to figure out how to answer him. I finally went with the honest answer and told him no. Our last song leader always said he’d save me a spot to sing on Thursdays of revival weeks. That would be great except our revivals generally run Sunday through Wednesday. Instead, I call myself an appreciator. Society needs artists, singers and creative minds. Those great minds need an audience, someone to appreciate them. That’s where I fall in, as an appreciator. It’s a non-glamorous job, but I try to do my part.