I didn't think I was going to get to walk this morning. Tuesday is full of meetings and playing catch up in the afternoon because of the meetings. I thought that I would try to get one in at lunch, but the clouds in the sky looked as though they had different plans. That was confirmed on my way back to the Colony when it started sprinkling. About ten minutes after I got back to the office, it was a full on rain. Sad...
I spent my 11 o'clock meeting talking to the team and trying to figure out what I was going to do for exercise. The rain kept coming heavy, so I dismissed any hope of walking at lunch. I finished my meeting and headed back to the main building for lunch. Lunch consisted of a small bowl of chili, a couple of crackers, apiece of bread and an apple. When I finished eating I walked outside and found that the rain stopped and the sky had lightened up. Hope. I reached down into my jacket pocket to get the ipod cranked up to start walking and...
It wasn't there.
Now, I don't walk without my ipod. I have mentioned time and again how I despise hearing my own breathing as I walk. It might sound weird, but it's just, well, boring. I had to walk today, I had to. I needed something to get my momentum back in swing. Pam called me as soon as I started walking and told me that my ipod was at the house. It must have fell out of my pocket before I left. We talked as I walked, but our conversation was interrupted by a rumbling from afar. The rumbling got louder and louder. I thought it was thunder, but it wasn't. It was...steps...footsteps...running...fast....
I turned around and Country, my helper on the crew was running up behind me with a couple of bags of chips. He finally slowed to a stop when he got to me. "You gonna walk with me?" "Sure," he said. "What's the chips for?" "In case I got hungry." He's pretty deep. I love him to death.
We walked and talked around the first lap. As we walked by the main building, Mountain walked outside and joined our group. We kept walking and talking. I was keeping up with the lap numbers until lap 5. I think the conversation got pretty deep around then, and I started focusing on my answers.
We walked and walked and walked. I looked at my watch and saw that I had time for one more lap. "Is this lap 8?" I asked. "Nope, lap 9," Mountain replied. "What? Lap 9? Are you sure?" "Yep, you are ahead of me one lap. I am at lap 8, you are on lap 9." "Country, what lap are we on?" "I don't know, you didn't tell me to count." "Okay, number 9 it is!"
I walked the last lap feeling very good. I wasn't tired. I wasn't going to pass out. I felt, victorious. It's been hanging over my head for weeks now, and despite my best efforts to plan it, I was finally walking a self imposed 5k. Accidentally, but I did it, and it felt good.
We rounded the corner and were on the finally leg of the track to the shop. The road tees into a side road the runs beside my shop. I told one of the guys that I call that Amen Corner (not to be confused with the other Amen Corner). He asked me why I called it that, and I said, "That's where the walk ends. God gets me to the end of the walk, and I have to say 'Amen'". I was so happy to see it. The fact that I saw it 9 times in one walk was even better. I couldn't help it, I ran to it. When I got to the end, I raised my arms up in victory. I did it. 5k in less than an hour. Very satisfying.
So that's how my day was. Oh, and I can wear a 4XL shirt now. I need a 4 XLT, because I am tall, but I dug one out this morning to wear as an undershirt, and it fits. Pam says it looks good on me, so you are going to have to trust her word on it. Very good day.
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