BY GOD’S GRACE AND WILL, I will be under 250 before our trip back to the motherland in mid-October. I will lose 10 lbs… This bothered me so much that this morning I got up, and dusted off the Nordic track again! I have a love-hate relationship with the thing. I love it for about 30 or 40 seconds during my work out and hate it the rest of the time.
To make it durable, I take my mp3 player and listen to old Limbaugh shows, or sermons by Alistair Begg. But not this morning. This morning I was left to my own thoughts because the mp3 player battery is dying… all those songs, all those sermons, all those thoughts from the man, the legend, the Limbaugh… that I could not listen to. So I counted panels on the garage door. There are 32 panels on the garage door. I counted slats on the neighbors siding… about 24 on the front… it was hard to count them all since I was moving… I went over my sermon in my head, and did every other mental trick I could think of… checked the watch… 6 minutes of a 20-minute workout.
95% of working out is half mental. That is the hardest part, winning the mental battle it takes to get on the machines and keep going for a certain amount of time. That is why I loved to run so much, back when I could still run. Running, you just run, and watch the world pass by. Only problem that I had was I kept getting injured… The Timothy body is too big to be a successful runner. Nordic track it is.
I did become a cyclist and I loved that. But then some of my parishioners really gave me a hard time about wanting to buy a bicycle that was specially made for my big Timothy body and cost roughly $2,000. Never mind that said parishioners spent way more than that on camping equipment for their stupid hobbies… I should of told them to jump off in the Mississippi and got the bicycle anyway.
But knowing Arkansas roads, it was probably for my own benefit. Arkansas drivers are pretty bad. The story is told that a district judge that lived up in Blytheville liked to cycle. One day, he was riding on the back roads and a lady pulled up behind him. He moved over to the side, and she followed him. He finally went off the road and she did too. She finally ran him into the ditch and kept driving. When the Sheriff told her that she had run a district judge off the road, she finally repented of her transgression in fear and trembling.
That story was enough to keep me off the roads of Arkansas. But now, I’m in South Carolina where they have signs telling motorist to “share the road” with cyclists… Hhm? Maybe I can get someone to donate to the “Big Timothy Body Cycling Fund!” But probably not. Back to the Nordic track, which I bought from an old room mate years ago for $100. The best workout equipment is the equipment you get from the defeated overweight guy. They never use it and don’t want the guilt sitting around reminding them of their failure in regards to using said equipment…
OK, the fat problem is being worked on. Now I need to work on the lazy problem… Lord help me…
