I came back from vacation feeling so euphoric I actually told a few friends that I felt as if I had been smoking weed (I never inhaled…) because I was so chill. I have never returned from a vacation so relaxed, rested and refreshed.
That lasted about 52 hours.
Then I woke up Wednesday with a different chill. It was about 25 degrees. I wish I had a picture of the forecast on my phone but suffice to say “frozen fog” and the literally freezing temps did not make me excited about my 8:00am, 6-mile run I was planning to put in.
Calista was pokey for the 3rd morning in a row and despite her list of “morning” jobs, she was reading a book. Everything felt creaky in my body and I felt crabby.
I told the big kids as I drove them to school that I needed an attitude adjustment. Bless Calista’s heart, she apologized. I told her it really wasn’t about her but it was sweet of her to realize she wasn’t helping!
I got home from the drop off and managed to psych myself up enough to get out my green MN Wild hat, bright red and black striped stretchy gloves (minus 2 fingers) and started to strap on my shoes. I texted my big sister to complain about the weather and said, “It’s 30 degrees this morning. My shoes are filled with sand. The irony is not lost on me.”
I grunted and groaned, told Brian I did NOT want to do this, and got a “have fun!” from him as I shut the door behind me.
It was not a pleasant run. My legs were freezing cold, pillars of cement and I couldn’t’ feel my toes for over 3 miles. The wind whipped up my jacket and found the small pockets of flesh exposed. I felt sluggish and my pace was the “28th fastest.” Super.
Afterwards I texted my sister again, “Did run on sand today! All the icky, snow sand left on the side of the streets.”
5 days ago I was practically sprinting down beaches with little resistance. No jacket, hat, gloves or leggings slowing me down. The sun was on my face and my biggest concern was missing a dolphin in the waves or getting a sun burn.
Some days are just like that, aren’t they?
Yesterday, my water bottle really did fall into the toilet:
I was at the Y for the big kids’ gymnastics lessons and I was parched from running and a weight lifting class earlier in the day. We had walked to the Y and I was ready for a huge gulp or 3. However, what goes in…
So I was visiting the loo when I tried to figure out a place for my bottle. I don’t like putting it on the floor and the TP dispenser was tippy.
Back of the toilet it was! Just as I was about to sit down, KERSPLASH! I heard a voice say, “That wasn’t your water bottle was it?”
I laughed so hard. Somehow the woman next to me had noticed me put it there when she was entering the neighboring stall (actually this seems creepy now that I think of it…). Well we both laughed so hard, Elam came in from outside and asked, “Momma, who is in there with you!?” I told him about the water bottle and he laughed too.
Sometimes we try so hard to have good days. Make good decisions. Be fit. Train hard. Eat well. Then have a freak out yelling spurt with your adoptive kid who canNOT seem to hang up a shirt on a hanger!
Then you put yourself down for a nap, get a hair cut and shop for Easter.
Other days your water bottle falls into the toilet.
Either way, I am trying hard to believe the Spirit lives in this body of mine. I am trying hard to remember the little things don’t matter. And I’m trying to remember there is a Big Story I am a part of and this Holy Week can remind me I am saved no matter my attitude.
PS: water bottle may be retired or I’m thinking once through the dishwasher makes it safe?