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| So I am starting a training group to "Run the Golden Gate" in November... November 4th, to be exact. Whenever I tell people about it, I get mixed reactions: some want to kill me for mentioning anything that requires determination and energy, some want to kill me for resurfacing a goading idea to be "active", some wish they could do it (which to me is like wishing they could add 2 + 2 + 5 + 4.1), and some want to pat me on the head for having a goal - so cute. But whatever your reaction to it take it into consideration. So many of my reactions reveal such deep and downright wrong issues in my heart and mind, and I almost laugh at myself for trying to live like that. Like judging people for why they won't run. Seriously, where do I get off? I really have no right. But please imagine the accomplishment! Besides, it looks good on your resume, CV, whatever. But if the time is right and the idea sounds good, let's do it! So far I have six people ready to begin training ON THEIR OWN INITIATIVE, which is the incredibly taxing thing about running. You must do it yourself. No help while you are hurting and wishing the weather was just 5 degrees cooler. That pain thing is what I hate and love about it. Also, the food thing: I want to eat that muffin, but shouldn't. "It's not helpful" is the hardest phrase I've ever come across in both Christianity and exercise. So much freedom and no where to go. ;) | | |
| So on Sunday I ran my first marathon... it was spectacular. Definitely one of the best days of my life. I drove into San Diego on Saturday night after the wedding and arrived at my cousins' at about 12:37 a.m. I chatted with him and prepared for the next morning for about an hour. Went to sleep, then woke up an hour and a half later, getting ready and eating breakfast at 3:30. Left his house in La Mesa to be at the Start Line at 4:15 a.m. The place was sooo crowded, and all kinds of people were there, stretching, drinking coffee, and laughing with one another. The vibe is so cool, and so exciting. They served bagels, coffee, and bananas to the runners, and Accelerade to get us going. I went there alone but felt so apart of everybody, that I just sat amongst them and stretched on the green grass at Balboa Park. After all those fluids, I went to the Porta and stood in line forever! Everyone took their sweet time and I was dancing in anticipation for my turn. Chatted to some ladies in line who told me about their run in Vermont... this thing is definitely potentially addicting. The run was incredible. There are so many parallels to running a marathon and life it was just ridiculous. One of the things that I tripped on the most (no, I didn't fall) was the realization that it didn't matter what you looked like or how your body seemed, for neither of these things determined your pace or stamina or perserverance. In the middle of the race my leg and foot hurt so badly I had to walk for a bit, along with some other people who looked like they were in such good shape they could participate in the Iron Man. Some people who I would never imagine to pass us were! One of those such people was a 65 years old man, whose shirt advised: "The will to succeed is not enough, the will to prepare is what counts." So true. One could look like they could finish, but not really have what it takes. It is the determination to prepare for the race that mattered, and I could see how this could be true in prayer, in life, and in love. I am so excited for the next one, but it will only be a half in preparation for the L.A. Marathon in March. The Half is in San Fran across the Golden Gate Bridge! If ayone wants to train, I am creating a team to go up and run on Nov. 4th. You can do it! Join us! | | |
| Although there is much to write about including a possible date with 60-year-old man and a handsome YOUNG man ensuring my safety after a hard day's night (Eddy! Thank you!), I must quote this, and, afterward, sit back and sigh with satisfation and relief. Someone has finally seen it: And I quote from skreading's weblog entry on Thursday, May 24, 2007: "So like Jen, I was being Holy...". - Sheila Reading 
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| Hi Xanga Crew. I'm back. Does anyone ever read these? Who cares. I think it's just the release of the words from our incapable-of-writing-free-hand-anymore fingers onto the keyboard o' love. So last night I was confronted with an ultimatum that had been crouching somewhere in the transoms of my mind, waiting to leap into my sight and pin me down. It had been planning its attack for sometime now, and I could almost discern when it saw me, chose me, and prepared itself for the attack (dun, dun, dun): I was listening to Chuck Missler (because I am so holy) and he was speaking about the rich, young, handsome ruler (OK maybe he wasn't handsome but in my imagination he is) and Jesus' confrontation of him. He pointed out something I always knew, but never really thought about and I finally made a connection: Jesus wanted him to give up the one thing that held him back + something holds us all back that could be developed because of our pride and/or (usually and) our insecurity. You know, I am going to write what I am writing just to save face and make you believe that I am truly holy: I knew that. I did. But I did not know that NOW. Today. When it is most poignant/important. I like slashes. Then I read in Ozzy's devotional (again, proof I am so holy) that it is "infidelity" to not trust the Lord for our provision/need. These two things (among a few others) crouched in the brush of my mind up to the point of pinning... or whatever. So there I was, pinned. Back on the ground, hair a mess, fear from the possibility of death, looking straight into the eyes of a question I did not want to answer: Do you trust Him for that one thing or not? Hmm... Can't I pray about it first?!? (Stanley!  ) WWTES (WHAT WOULD THE ELDERS SAY)?!? So then I had one of those you-think-you-are-gonna-die-but-instead-you-just-make-a-long-time-coming-decision moments. I trust Him. Again. ~~~~ uN Spiritual Stuff ~~~~ So besides all that spiritual stuff that I know so much about because I am so holy, I have a job interview at the University Learning Center to be a tutor at CSUF. Pays well, works with my Grad school schedule, pays me even if no one shows up AND allows me to do HW. Awesome. | | |
| Last night, for the first time in a long time, I couldn't sleep because I was dreaming... | | |
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