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Well I’m still here. Running. It seems like that’s all I do these days. The mileage is growing and so is my appetite.   Last week (Wk 6) I ran 4, 2, 4, and 3 (as fast as I could). So far this week (Wk 7) I’ve ran 4.5, 3, 4.5, and then on Friday I’ll do 7. Geesh. Next week (Wk 8) I’ll run 4.5, 3, 4.5, and 8. Physically I feel good. It’s been as humid as ever so I’ve been sweating buckets each time I go out to the path. And I mean buckets. My ear holes even get sweaty. How can that be a thing?? I’ve never heard of anything so ridiculous in my life but it happens every time. Weird. I’ve been feeling kinda funky lately. My emotions fluctuate on a daily basis. Actually, I take that back. My emotions fluctuate on an hourly basis. Some moments I’m fully motivated and want to take on the world - some moments I want to curl up in bed and shut out that same world. Some moments I feel like a champion - some moments I feel like a major loser.   Some moments I believe tha...

Hi. I know it’s been a little while since I’ve updated. Honestly I’ve been unmotivated to write. So, instead of writing for the sake of writing, I decided to wait until I had something to say. And I’ll get to that. I cannot believe I’m just about finished with the 5 th week of training. I guess I need to catch you up on my schedule. Week 3 and week 4 looked like this: ·          Monday – 3.5 miles ·           Tuesday – 2 miles ·          Wednesday – 3.5 miles ·          Thursday – Rest ·          Friday – 5 miles And here’s what this week (5) is: ·          Monday – 4 miles ·          Tuesday – 2 miles ·          Wednesday – 4 miles ·   ...

I got rid of my fat pants.  Weird way to start off this weeks's blog huh? It's true. If you know me well, you know that I have hoarder tendencies. I find sentimental value to practically everything I've ever seen and/or touched. Rationally I know this makes no sense, but I am super nostalgic and don't want to get rid of anything that will give me a warm and fuzzy feeling or might be the slightest bit useful for me in the future. While there may be some wisdom in holding onto things, it can also become a major hindrance in life. If you've watched any episodes of TLC's show Hoarders, you have seen that people can use their things to make actual walls around them. While I've never gotten to that level, there is a part of me that sees why and how it gets to that place.  Things  can bring comfort.  Things  can bring memories.  Things  can bring safety.  And that's what my fat pants have been. Like I've mentioned before...

Well. Here we are again. I'm officially into the second week of my training. And let me tell you, I'm feeling it. This past week was challenging for me. Here's how it impacted my body and here's how it impacted my mind/soul. Physically: My body hurts! Not in like a "you're causing harm to yourself" type a way but more like a "you've been eating a lot of junk food on vacation and now you're asking me to do what?!" type of way. Woof. I have been running pretty consistently for many months so I didn't think it would be so hard. But it is. Here's what I did. Monday - run 3 miles. Tuesday - run 2 miles. Wednesday- run 3 miles. (although I got really hot and winded so I ran close to 2 and then walked/ran the last one) Thursday - day of rest. Friday - run 4 miles. I work full time on the weekends so Monday-Friday is my only chance to run and a rest day is important so I don't overdo it. So that was my schedule for the week and t...

I’m running a half marathon in October. In the spirit of being dramatic and to emphasize the importance of those 7 little words, I’ll say it again: I’M RUNNING A HALF MARATHON IN OCTOBER. October 6 th to be exact. What in the name of all that is holy am I thinking?!? This is a semi-interesting story that I want to share with you, but I think I need to rewind the tape a little to give you some background on what in the world brought me to this decision. And why the heck it matters at all. Before I start, I just have to say that I’m not fishing for compliments in all of this. The truth is, I really have gone through some profound changes over the last hand full of months and I’m feeling inspired to write about it. I’ve learned some things that I think are important - important enough to write about on this silly little blog to share with the handful of people who will actually read what I have to say (Hi Mom). Please feel no pressure to comment, share, or tweet about my awesomenes...

Time. It's what I need. It's what I'm out of. It's what I'm racing against. I will be graduating in 17 days. That's not enough time. To get all my homework done. To cherish the moments with my friends. To learn what it means to be a servant leader from my professors. To pour into the lives of those around me. It's just not enough. I do not know what I will be doing in 17 days' time. Where will I work? What will I do? How will I love? Who will I be? It's a weird feeling. This place that I have called home for the past 4 years of my life is only a few clock tics away from being over. This place where I have learned of God's goodness; this place where I have formed friendships from the heart of God; this place where I have been changed and formed and pushed to be more like Jesus. It's time for me to leave here. I cannot adequately express the thankfulness of my heart to this place and these people. I am ready to be done with the homework, ...

It's done. My work with Missions of Hope International is finished. That is such a strange thought. It seems like I just got here and now it is time to go. The older I get, the faster time goes by. I don't think I like it. James 4:14 says it perfectly: "...what is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." That is so true. I want to live my life remembering that my time here is nothing more than a mist. It is so precious. This last week was really good. I worked with a church from L.A. on Tuesday. The VBS was great. It was neat because we went back to the center where I was the first week of VBS this summer. That place was the first and the last. My summer's book ends! It was so awesome because that first week I spent most of my time helping in a 2nd grade class. When I got there on Tuesday they all remembered me. They whispered my name and then ran away giggling. They all came and said hi and gave me hugs. It was so neat. I kn...