my deacon editorial on health
Wednesday, August 9, 2006 at 05:36PM The other morning a woke up and discovered that I pulled a muscle IN MY SLEEP. You know your getting old when sleep becomes a hazard. Perhaps you’ve had the same experience. After being a deacon for a decade, I’m beginning to look the part of an old-school deacon. My gut gets to the room a little ahead of the rest of me. My eyes are losing a ground. I used to pride myself in being capable of reading road signs a good mile ahead of me and now I’m asking my son to read the ESPN scores on the crawl. And so I have resigned to the fact that I’m reaching maturity.
Sure there are lots of bad things about the years past 40 but there are lots of things I still have to look forward to. And so I made a commitment to walk. Just walk. No barbells, Richard Simmons Sweatin’ to the Disco, no Bowflex implements. Just walking. I started out walking around the block. Wow! what an achievement! And then I made it to the “mile a day level” No more of my teenaged sons kicking sand in my face. I was become a walking Mr. Atlas. Sort of. My sleep improved greatly. 2 Miles and I started feeling better emotionally. And now that I’m up to 3 miles I’m feeling 39 again! Seriously. I ‘ve discovered that there’s a whole lot of spiritual elements of being fit besides the loss of gross income at the local Krispy Kreme. When I walk, I pray. I get away from all the distractions of TV and the day-to-day pressures. I’ve gotten to know my neighbors better and the dogs! (They think I’m the mail carrier.) And I’ve had time to listen to God speaking to me. Some might find these same benefits from running. But for me, when I run I seem to only seem to think about what neighbors know CPR and who I could get to preach my funeral. To put it lightly, I’m a work in progress.
Well I’d better finish this editorial and get outside before it gets too late and the dogs think it’s some kind of federal holiday.
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