On the Run

So basically I've been contemplating this blog thing for awile. I'm not sure if I'm doing it for myself or secretly hoping to gain wide readership, thus leading to sponsorship (read: income) and fame, or more likely, noteriety. That said, I feel like the time is Now, and I MUST blog, must post, must share my deepest thoughts and innermost ramblings with a vast audience.

Also, I will be putting up pictures of my kids because they're cute.

I'm calling it "On the Run" because it seems to symbolize so many aspects of my life.

For starters, there's the literal running (or jogging, if truth be told) that I embark upon as often as possible. I've been partial to the treadmill lately because I am a weenie and am scared of concrete's effect on my knees, the rolling hills in the Ranch, and a breeze that might make me cold. Plus, I can watch TV while running indoors, thus forgetting the burning feeling in my lungs. The headphones also tune out the loud heaving sound I make when I run out of breath. Just Saturday, an innocent treadmill patron next to me at the gym turned my way mid-run to make sure I wasn't going to pass out. I had no idea what signaled this, then realized the entire row of stationary bike riders were also staring at me because of the dramatic breathing noises I was making. Don't worry...I survived without oxygen hook-up.

And then, there's motherhood. Needless to say, it is more of a marathon-type run, which includes many sprints, dashes, and intervals along the way. I often wonder why I need any kind of formal aerobic activity because I make enough trips up the stairs each day to equal a 10K. My day includes lots of chasing, trudging, and general walking around, usually with a miniature person weighing between 25 and 45 pounds in tow. (You might also infer from reading about all this exercise and Heavy Lifting that I'm totally strong and ripped and have a 6-pack, but alas, I am not.) Ironic, isn't it, that all that running around and lifting things does nothing for me. I'm (mostly) not bitter, though.

Then there's the Walk with the Savior. The Good Race, the Narrow Road, etc. How Christianity, motherhood, and running all come together is beyond me. But, I know it's my life and there are lots of good racing analogies that I can exploit. While racing after those kids and running on the trails outside, God works on my heart and begs me to see Him at work. So, here's my journey....

And, as promised a picture of those sweet kids. Actually, I can't get this picture thing to post correctly, so you'll have to wait with baited breath until I can figure out (which may be a while)