Sunday, September 5, 2010

Since When Does God Wear Suspenders?

I'd like to think I am very open minded when it comes to religion. I don't talk about it to my friends usually, just because I want to keep them as "friends". I have a pretty good relationship with my God. He knows how to get his point across with me and it's usually through humor. He has never answered me back in an audible sense, but he answers me in a way that I can understand...humorously. 

If you are keeping up with the blog at all or my Facebook then you know that I have taken up "running" in an attempt to become more physically fit and to train for some up coming 5K's. I usually run 3-4 times a week at a local cemetery were the entire thing is made up of hills. Lots, and lots, of hills.

I typically go at sun down, one-because it's hot as hell, and two- because the less people to actually witness this horrid event I call "running" the better. I start my routine by walking up the first hill and then from there the boob flopping, thigh fat slapping, booty jiggling begins. Now, I am in no way ashamed of my curves or the fact that I have them, and I am also not ashamed to say that I mirror a rhinoceros in the wild but it's still nothing I want a lot of people talking about.

Night before last was no different for me. I drive to my "gym", get out and turn on the ipod, and the Nike's start to hit the pavement. This particular evening I'm feeling especially sorry for myself and wondering if there is even any reason for working so hard to lose weight in the first place. My husband loves me. My friends love me. My kids don't care what I look like. Yes, the "poor Me's" were a plenty.

So I start talking in my head.

Me: "Why would God make everything so bouncy if he wanted us to run?" "This is awful to look at and it's painful and....

I had no more thought those thoughts when I pop over the hill and there were two old men. I mean OLD men, with canes, and suspenders. These old men were walking. They were out getting fresh air and getting there hearts pumping. At this exact moment, I knew that was God's way of saying..."regardless of the bounce, keep running fatty"...and I smiled, because I knew he was right.

Final Thought:
I am in no way a picture of health but I am a picture of perseverance and dedication. I am in no way an athlete but I am determined. I am in no way going to beat any world records or train for the Olympics but I am going to beat MY record and train for a 5K. The "poor Me's" have a way into our minds and they cause doubt, frustration and feelings of defeat. The reasons why I "can't" sometimes out weigh the reasons I "can" but that's when God shows up, sometimes in the form of old men in suspenders, we just have to open our eyes.


Barb said...

Old men in suspender can teach all of us a lot if we will just listen, just as young women who have the determination, perseverance to take care of their health & the temples God gave them. Proud of you - keep it up!

bsmith said...

I really really like this. You should publish these!