He's still workin' on me to make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make the moon and stars,
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be, He's still workin' on me.

There really ought to be a sign upon my heart,
"Don't judge her yet, there's an unfinished part."
But I'll be perfect just according to His plan
Fashioned by the Master's loving hands.

He's still workin' on me to make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make the moon and stars,
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be, He's still workin' on me.



In the mirror of His Word reflections that I see
Make me wonder why He never gave up on me.
He loves me as I am and helps me when I pray
Remember He's the Potter, I'm the clay.

He's still workin'on me to make me what I ought to be.
It took Him just a week to make the moon and stars,
The sun and the earth and Jupiter and Mars.
How loving and patient He must be, He's still workin' on me.



Wednesday, June 16, 2010

I Got A Case Of The Runs






It's not what you think. It's been awhile and I've got a lot of catching up to do. I've been working very hard towards reaching a significant goal and I realized today that I haven't even blogged about it. I've mentioned it on facebook a few times, but never on my blog, so I better get to typing, huh?

2 Months ago, I got the bright idea that I was going to start running. And I decided to register for my first 5K run. It's this Saturday and I'm starting to wonder if I was completely out of my mind to do this.

Rewind 18 years ago. I was 14 and in the 9th grade. Cross Country was the current focus in our Phys Ed class. I think I came up with every excuse in the book why I couldn't run...I was on my period and had really bad cramps, I ate something for breakfast that didn't sit well in my stomach and I was just too queasy to run, my foot hurt, my legs were sore, I had an earache, I forgot my gym clothes....you get the idea. I hated running. Passionately hated running. I'm not sure why, but I guess it had something to do with the fact that I've never been uh, shall we say...skinny. I've been overweight since I hit puberty. And I always had big boobies. Not the greatest combination for running. Somehow I made it through and I managed to finish the requirements to pass. I can't remember how far we had to run, but one thing I am sure of is that I came in last place every time. Great for the self esteem, huh? NOT!

Now, fast forward to June 2010. I'm actually paying money to compete in a 5K run! I AM crazy! I really am! I've been training for this for 2 months. I started out gung ho. When I first decided to do this, my only goal was to just finish. I didn't care about time. I just wanted to finish. Then my competitive nature kicked in and I decided that if I was going to do this, I was going to set a goal for my time. Now I know I can't compete with some of the seasoned runners that will be there on that day, but I can compete with myself. I can push myself harder than I ever have and finish in a time that I can be proud of. The time that I decided on was 40 min. The very first time that I ran the distance, I finished in 48 min. The 2nd was 46 min, and so on and so on. Somewhere around 1 month into my training, I finished in 39 min 27 sec. Whew! I can do this!

But then something happened. I kind of lost focus. I started babysitting 2 days each week, and that took away some of my gym time. I was doing more with my boys since the weather was nicer and that took some more time away from the gym. I've managed to have gotten myself back into a manageable routine, but now I'm cramming in a run almost every day just to make sure I'm ready. And I'm not sure if I am. Yesterday, I finished in 45 min. 51 sec. Your going in the wrong direction, Andrea! Today, I couldn't even finish the entire run. I only ran 2.6 mi. in 35 min. After getting off the treadmill, I promptly walked out of the fitness center down the hall to the nearest ladies room and threw up! Not a good sign! But you know what? I'm not giving up. I am running this race! I would never be able to forgive myself if I didn't. I'm running it for myself. I'm running it for my husband. I'm running it for my boys. I'm running it for every single person who has read my blog and has sent me messages that I have inspired them. I AM RUNNING THIS RACE! But I sure hope there's a trash can near the finish line just in case I have a repeat of tonight! LOL

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1 comment:

The Vintage Attic said...

You are going to run and you are going to finish with in a time line you set for your self.
Don't doubt your ability to finish with the best of them, because you are the best of them..

Hugs,
Melissa