I woke up this morning with a 1000 things running through my head-- not that that's unusal for me. The house is a holy mess (and nowhere near ready for the aforementioned open house), I didn't get nearly enough done yesterday, and on top of that, we had a sick dog last night so we didn't get much sleep. Oh, yeah and it's Advent. The time when the rest of the world waits in Holy Expectation-- the time when pastors are a frenzied lot.
But my brain quickly shifted, and I realized that today was Saturday. It's a training day. Several weeks ago, my brain would've reminded me of all the things I should be doing. It would've told me it was ok to bail on He-who-trains, to let everything else become more important than this. Which, of course, is how I've done things before.
Today, though, my brain knows that training might just be the most important thing on my calendar. And strangely, body and brain are looking forward to it. He-who-trains told me the body is like a machine--it gets pumped when it gets on a schedule. The mere act of putting on workout clothes or drinking the afternoon protein shake is enough to trigger the body's memory-- to make it ready to go harder. I'm not sure that my body is a machine yet, but this is definite progress.
Funny, the way it is. How things change. How the body adapts and grows. Where only a few weeks ago, I kind of dreaded working out (especially with a trainer), today I'm all in and making sure that nothing stands in my way. I'm looking forward to a workout that is hard enough to wipe me out and leave me drained. I'm hoping my shoulder muscles ache a little bit tomorrow when I do the benediction. Today, I hope will be a "Go Hard or Go Home" sort of day. No aching knees. No racing heart. No mental wishy-washyness. Just a day to make my body stronger.
The Pudgy Parson is comin' out to play, y'all. I knew she was in there somewhere. She just got buried under a to-do list the size of Montana.