Category — Music

Yesterday, Caelyn and I were out walking and I almost, sort of had the urge to run. This is only significant because I only have the urge to run when I encounter anyone in the Apoidea family.

(Skip to the bold sentence right now to get to the point of this post and not read my feelings about running.)

I’ve tried running before. My High School buddies C.C. and Jeremy had this great plan for the three of us to run together every week (and memorize Bible verses — strengthen the body, strengthen the spirit), which in itself is kinda weird, but if you knew C.C. and Jeremy you wouldn’t think so. (Or maybe you would.) That venture ended with me telling Jeremy that it was stupid to insist that the only way a memorized verse was valuable was if it was word-for-word, comma-for-comma NIV, because any other translation or a misplaced pause or a forgotten “the” would decrease one’s witnessing effectiveness.

And with me saying, “Yeah, I don’t care about running enough to put up with my lungs burning like this.”

I had a good friend in graduate school who had never run before and just decided after attending a fund-raising event for kids with leukemia that she was going to run a marathon. And she did. She kept trying to get me to run too, but I decided to support a good cause in a way that didn’t involve me running 20+ miles at 4:30 in the morning and throwing up. (If you know the girl I’m talking about, you know she’s way more competitive and way tougher than me. I wish I had the discipline and determination to do something like that.)

It’s not that I’m anti-fitness. It’s not that I don’t think I should take care of my body because God made it. I walk. I do pilates. I cook with healthy ingredients and only eat junk food one meal a week. It’s just that I’m not one of those people who gets “addicted” to exercise, no matter how much I think I should take care of myself or how badly I want to be in shape. And with running . . . .

Well, why don’t I just list my excuses?

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This post was supposed to be about the things I’m excited about today:

• Oranges back in season!
• Old jeans back on!
• Elliott Smith!

(I didn’t actually have anything new about Elliott Smith to be all excited about. I’ve just been listening to some of my favorite of his albums while Caelyn’s been napping, and I figure that’s worth being excited about.)

I even had pictures for you and videos and all kinds of heart-pounding content.

Unfortunately, all my excitement has been trumped by the fact that Wordpress and I aren’t speaking at the moment. And Caelyn just popped up from her nap, crying. And Chris has a sore throat. And I spilled coffee on the aforementioned jeans.

Make that almost trumped.

Oh, Hot Sundaes, you make my troubles seem to disappear:

I love Kelly’s black-and-purple striped leotard. If there’s one thing you really need when you’re working out, it’s a turtleneck.

Tell me you feel better too.

My car has become the “everyday car.” That means things might be different when you get in, depending on the most-recent driver. We both keep the seat all the way back and the rear-view stays the same. If I put it Park last, the AC will be off and the parking break set, because Dad taught me to drive. But the biggest difference is sound. If Chris has been out by himself, a sports guy’ll be yelling in your ear. If I’ve been out by myself, the music’ll be blaring.

Notice: If you don’t care about My Life Trivia, just skip the remaining intro. paragraphs. and check out The Playlist. You’ll feel better.

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. . . Just to See What They Look Like.

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