Thursday, August 16, 2007

Early Morning Walk

I’m a fan of getting eight hours of sleep. Actually, my body and mind are big fans of me getting eight hours of sleep. I remember in the glory days of college, I never got eight hours of sleep. Every night was a huge giggle party that ended at two or three in the morning! I don’t know what has happened in the past four years? I went from Party Girl to Golden Girl! Ahh, I believe the phrase I’m looking for is-I got old! But this week I feel like I’m back in college. Oh no, I’m not having parties until two or three. HA! No, my body is not requiring eight hours of sleep! This week I’ve gotten up at three or four in the morning. It’s starting to get really annoying. What in the world can you do at three or four in the morning? I can’t go to aerobics because it starts at 5: 35; I can’t go back to sleep, and I refuse to go to work that early. So what am I suppose to do? I’ve been staring at my ceiling fan a lot, which I realized needs to be dusted BAD!

This morning was no different than the previous mornings. I was wide-awake at 4:22am. I laid in bed thinking, should I get up to dust my ceiling fan or go for a walk. After a thirty-minute debate I was out of bed getting ready for an early morning walk. I got dressed, laced up my running shoes, and headed out the door. Instead of grabbing my iPod, like normal, I decided to leave it on the charger. I wanted no distractions while I was walking. This morning I was able to walk two miles in silence and just think. I thought about God, life, and breakfast. By the time I’d finished my two miles I’d walked thirty minutes. As I turned to head back to my casa I felt a great sense of peace. My walk was such a treat that I did not realized I needed. I was able to clear my mind and thank God for all the wonderful creations he’s created. While I was walking I did encounter one lonely runner. As he ran past me a verse came to mind, which I will end with:
1Corinthians 9:24 Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.

1 comment:

Bone said...

I can't stand to let anyone pass me while running, so I speed up. And if I start out and someone is ahead of me, I try and pass them before I'm done :)

It's called maturity, I believe.