Yesterday James and I decided to hike up a really, really tall mountain. The hubs thought that i’d almost tricked him for a little while, because the beginning is rather slow and leisurely, and well, not altogether that hard. But then you get to part II of the hike, and it’s seemingly straight uphill. I mean, we’re talking just making it around the bend so you can pretend that the dog REALLY needs to sniff the nearby bush, but really, you just want to catch your breath for 20 seconds. My face was red as a beet, which worked well for the coach taking me out of soccer games in the 4th grade because he was leery of hyper-ventilation, but doesn’t work so well now in the 32nd grade when the hubs is just proud that you’re working out so hard.
So we reached the summit, and the clouds were swimming wildly around us – completely fogging us in one minute, and then clearing for 30 seconds so that from the coast we could see all the way over to Mt. Diablo in the east bay (which for you non-Californians is really quite far). And James, with camera in hand was pointing and shouting and giddily snapping shots. And then the fog resumed its previous stagnant position.
And thus, we made our way down the hill, but somehow, the craziest thing occurred: we began running down the hill. For an hour. It was amazing and exhilarating, and I suppose because I was running downhill and could actually think cognizant thoughts, I found myself thinking this is awesome. I am awesome. I am totally not entering middle age, but no, I am woman, hear me roar! I run and jump and skip from rock to rock, and my knees have never felt better. Patella Femoral Syndrome, yeah right! And Mr. Darcy, who of course, was along for this totally tubular adventure, was just like, my owners are aaaamaaaazing! I have the best doggy-mama ever! Let’s go on hikes and runs EVERY day!
And then I woke up this morning.
And no, it wasn’t a dream, but it was a backache. And a knee-ache. And a yeah right I’m getting out of bed-ache, let alone a seriously, you want me to walk up and down the stairs-ache? And I’ve been sore all day long.
But it’s been awesome.
Because as we sat in church this morning, and were reminded about how God blesses us and chooses us and predestines us (Ephesians 1), I started thinking about verbs. And the English teacher formerly known as myself loved thinking about the previous day’s verbs of hiking and running. I want to take full advantage of life’s verbs – I don’t want to have passed up an opportunity to add “running” to the day’s verb usage, even if it does make me a bit sore the next day.