There's a message in here somewhere. The Pacific Northwest is green, wet, beautiful and mostly cool. It is always a place where people are everything from sensitive to wacko about the environment. For instance, this endearing young lady...
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
"I walk today...
...so I can walk tomorrow."
Many years ago, it was my privilege to be the pastor and friend of a golf professional. He was a manage-a-golf-course and give-lessons pro. The course he ran was, at the time, one of the busiest in the state of Arizona.
My friend told me about a man in his early nineties who was a member of two of the oldest, most prestigious country clubs in the Phoenix area. To say the least, he had plenty of money. However, that elderly gentleman came daily to the city course managed by my friend. Each day he played nine holes. And he always walked.
His motto, sage advice, was the quote with which I started today.
On Saturday, it was my joy and privilege to run in a race. Thirteen hundred runners is by no means a huge crowd, but it's enough to create a great environment of excitement.
At such an event, it becomes easy to pick out those who run in races all the time. They are like their own little community. They see each other, catch up since their last race and take off down the road, putting one foot in front of the other.
Some of them obviously live to run. That's not me.
I run to live.
Many years ago, it was my privilege to be the pastor and friend of a golf professional. He was a manage-a-golf-course and give-lessons pro. The course he ran was, at the time, one of the busiest in the state of Arizona.
My friend told me about a man in his early nineties who was a member of two of the oldest, most prestigious country clubs in the Phoenix area. To say the least, he had plenty of money. However, that elderly gentleman came daily to the city course managed by my friend. Each day he played nine holes. And he always walked.
His motto, sage advice, was the quote with which I started today.
On Saturday, it was my joy and privilege to run in a race. Thirteen hundred runners is by no means a huge crowd, but it's enough to create a great environment of excitement.
At such an event, it becomes easy to pick out those who run in races all the time. They are like their own little community. They see each other, catch up since their last race and take off down the road, putting one foot in front of the other.
Some of them obviously live to run. That's not me.
I run to live.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
I Came, I Saw...
...I Hurt!
With a renewed respect (bordering on awe, but only bordering on awe) for my friends who run marathons, triathlons and ultra-marathons, I completed my first half-marathon yesterday. The race, at Camp Pendleton, which is just north of San Diego, was hopefully to be on a day with highs in the low 70s. Oh, and the previous day included a blanket of fog.
We must have taken a bit of our heat and sunshine with us! The only way to stay cool was to grab two cups of water at the water stations and drink one while pouring the other on my head. (I believe in baptism by full immersion, so I don't think I received any extra sanctification by this.)
Anyway, with lots of encouragement and the joy of running with a few good friends, I finished. I will probably do it again.
I will try to include a picture or two later!
Anyone want to preach for me today?
With a renewed respect (bordering on awe, but only bordering on awe) for my friends who run marathons, triathlons and ultra-marathons, I completed my first half-marathon yesterday. The race, at Camp Pendleton, which is just north of San Diego, was hopefully to be on a day with highs in the low 70s. Oh, and the previous day included a blanket of fog.
We must have taken a bit of our heat and sunshine with us! The only way to stay cool was to grab two cups of water at the water stations and drink one while pouring the other on my head. (I believe in baptism by full immersion, so I don't think I received any extra sanctification by this.)
Anyway, with lots of encouragement and the joy of running with a few good friends, I finished. I will probably do it again.
I will try to include a picture or two later!
Anyone want to preach for me today?
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