May 25, 2007
Last night I was at the Hillsong United concert. Singing along to lyrics so powerful they make you feel like your heart is being ripped out of your chest. Something like a love song. But really, like a love song that makes you realize that you've not done a very good job of loving. Then the realization that love is the most important thing you can do in this life. And then, the sudden tug inside you that makes you want to change the path you've been leading yourself along.
I've not been the best at loving. I'm not so great at loving God, others, or even myself. I'm sorry if you've felt that. Forgive me please?
I plan to resolve this. Lord, help me.
Friday, June 01, 2007
::personal training::
April 20, 2007
Personal Training Day 1: ouch.
I hurt in muscles I never knew existed. (Yes Kristina, I need you.)
When I signed up for this deal I thought, "no problem. I was an athlete most of my life. Working out is no big deal." HA!
About 10 minutes into my training session I realized that I had never really worked out... ever... never ever!
My trainer, Brian is a cool guy. Encouraging, positive, forgets to count!!
After the little less than 50 minutes were over, attempting to write my name on a sheet of paper proved to be agonizingly painful. To which, my dear Brian responded, "Oh, that's sooo good." I fear for next Thursday.
I was however relieved that the steroid pumped meat heads were much more concerned at looking at their flexed muscles in the mirror than at me stumbling over weights on the workout floor. It's a little softer on the ego when there arent as many eyes watching me nearly collapse after squats. Squats are evil!
All I have to say is WATCH OUT Boys, I'm about to be super hot in 5 weeks. Super Hott!
Try not to drool.
=)
Personal Training Day 1: ouch.
I hurt in muscles I never knew existed. (Yes Kristina, I need you.)
When I signed up for this deal I thought, "no problem. I was an athlete most of my life. Working out is no big deal." HA!
About 10 minutes into my training session I realized that I had never really worked out... ever... never ever!
My trainer, Brian is a cool guy. Encouraging, positive, forgets to count!!
After the little less than 50 minutes were over, attempting to write my name on a sheet of paper proved to be agonizingly painful. To which, my dear Brian responded, "Oh, that's sooo good." I fear for next Thursday.
I was however relieved that the steroid pumped meat heads were much more concerned at looking at their flexed muscles in the mirror than at me stumbling over weights on the workout floor. It's a little softer on the ego when there arent as many eyes watching me nearly collapse after squats. Squats are evil!
All I have to say is WATCH OUT Boys, I'm about to be super hot in 5 weeks. Super Hott!
Try not to drool.
=)
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