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Saturday, May 07, 2011
Alright, I will. My goal is to run a Marathon in January of this year for the first time, and I've been thinking about this since yesterday - as I just signed up for my first HALF Marathon yesterday. I'm thinking how hard I've been working, how the more weight I seem to lose, the better my pacing and training is going, and how everything I put into my body can be good for my training.
Today, for everything I eat or drink, I'm going to think about it in long term thoughts - like if I continue to eat this, how will it only help me reach my goal?
Friday, May 06, 2011
Ironically if I had started this yesterday, I could have left it - last night I realized that all of my Workout Clothes STANK to high heaven, so I just washed them. Now I'll have to make one of them smell again.
I'm planning on doing a run tonight - so maybe I'll add in some circuit training when I'm done and make that shirt REALLY smell!
Friday, May 06, 2011
I'm starting at 6 since today is May 6th.
6. Do something that makes you smell really bad.
7. Do something that makes you think hard about your goals.
8. Do more than you think you can handle.
9. Do something to release excess tension/stress/anger.
10. Do something you can brag about later.
11. Do something right for all the wrong reasons.
12. Workout at a different time than usual.
13. Do something that makes you feel like a gladiator.
14. Work on your core.
15. Surprise yourself.
16. REST
17. Break a personal record.
18. Workout first thing in the morning.
19. Add 15 minutes.
20. Workout your lower body.
21. Do something that makes you feel sexy or beautiful.
22. GO HARD OR GO HOME.
23. REST
24. Break a personal record.
25. STRETCH longer than normal.
26. Mid-Week super killer cardio day!
27. Practice your balance.
28. Pushups.
29. Obliterate your brick wall.
30. Enjoy the holiday.
31. Make a JUNE plan
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Today I'm kind of on a Inspirational Story kick, as I wanted to update the ones on my SP Page... this one made me start thinking about my family and events that I have just 'not felt like going to'... Always Take The Time, while you have it.
It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls,
career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across
the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy
life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to
spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing
could stop him.
Over the phone, his mother told him, "Mr. Belser died last night. The
funeral is Wednesday." Memories flashed through his mind like an old
newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days.
"Jack, did you hear me?"
"Oh, sorry, Mom. Yes, I heard you. It's been so long since I thought of
him. I'm sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago," Jack said.
"Well, he didn't forget you. Every time I saw him he'd ask how you were
doing. He'd reminisce about the many days you spent over 'his side of
the fence' as he put it," Mom told him.
"I loved that old house he lived in," Jack said.
"You know, Jack, after your father died, Mr. Belser stepped in to make
sure you had a man's influence in your life," she said.
"He's the one who taught me carpentry," he said. "I wouldn't be in this
business if it weren't for him. He spent a lot of time teaching me
things he thought were important...Mom, I'll be there for the funeral,"
Jack said.
As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his
hometown. Mr. Belser's funeral was small and uneventful. He had no
children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away.
The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to
see the old house next door one more time.
Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing
over into another dimension, a leap through space and time. The house
was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture,
every piece of furniture....Jack stopped suddenly.
"What's wrong, Jack?" his Mom asked.
"The box is gone," he said.
"What box? " Mom asked.
"There was a small gold box that he kept locked on top of his desk. I
must have asked him a thousand times what was inside. All he'd ever tell
me was 'the thing I value most,'" Jack said.
It was gone. Everything about the house was exactly how Jack remembered
it, except for the box. He figured someone from the Belser family had
taken it.
"Now I'll never know what was so valuable to him," Jack said. "I better
get some sleep. I have an early flight home, Mom."
It had been about two weeks since Mr. Belser died. Returning home from
work one day Jack discovered a note in his mailbox. "Signature required
on a package. No one at home. Please stop by the main post office within
the next three days," the note read.
Early the next day Jack retrieved the package. The small box was old and
looked like it had been mailed a hundred years ago. The handwriting was
difficult to read, but the return address caught his attention.
"Mr. Harold Belser" it read.
Jack took the box out to his car and ripped open the package. There
inside was the gold box and an envelope. Jack's hands shook as he read
the note inside.
"Upon my death, please forward this box and its contents to Jack
Bennett. It's the thing I valued most in my life." A small key was taped
to the letter. His heart racing, as tears filling his eyes, Jack
carefully unlocked the box. There inside he found a beautiful gold
pocket watch. Running his fingers slowly over the finely etched casing,
he unlatched the cover.
Inside he found these words engraved: "Jack, Thanks for your time!
Harold Belser."
"The thing he valued most...was...my time."
Jack held the watch for a few minutes, then called his office and
cleared his appointments for the next two days. "Why?" Janet, his
assistant asked.
"I need some time to spend with my son," he said.
"Oh, by the way, Janet...thanks for your time!"
Thursday, May 05, 2011
It was a cold Sunday morning when members started arriving at church, snow flakes had just fallen, people were rushing in to get inside. To the warmth, to the dry sanctuary.
As the members were walking in they were astonished to see a homeless person laying on the sidewalk by the front door. He was bent over all covered up with an old black trench coat, that had many holes in it. His shoes had holes in it and you could see his socks filthy from months of grime on them. The man had a black hat on that covered his face. His hands filthy with dirt from probably digging in a garbage can some thought.
As the members made their way into the sanctuary, they were all discussing how this horrible filthy man, had the nerve to sleep at THEIR church doors! Finally the pianist started playing and the members all sat down in their seats. They were all looking around, wondering where the Pastor could be. You could hear people whispering, saying, "Pastor Joe is probably telling that homeless man he needs to leave the property." "What would visitors think if they see him."
All of a sudden, you could hear a gasp! The homeless man was walking down the middle of the church aisle, he made his way to the front, and then to the platform!!! When the homeless man got to the microphone. He said "Good morning, how are you all?" The homeless man was their Pastor Joe! Not a word was said, no one moved all around. Even the pianist stopped playing.
Then Pastor Joe said, "Did any of you see Jesus outside this morning?" "He was cold, He was dirty, His clothes were filthy!" However no one asked Him into HIS house."
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