Just walked in from a quick jog. I’m beat. 

Last night I worked out at Curves and was ultra-motivated to jog.  So I went to my friend Jamie’s house and used her treadmill.   My goal was simple-one mile.  It was during this time that I realized just how out of it  I was.   I don’t have the guts to even write about the whole experience.  Nonetheless, by the grace of God, I accomplished my simple goal.  🙂

This morning, being my first day off (woo hoo!) I was supposed to get up and work out.  My body laughed in my face and said, "Not after what you did to me last night!"  All day I’ve been fighting with myself, knowing that I need to be determined to do this thing.  I am committed!  So, with less time to acutally exercise, I went out for a jog anyway.  It was only for 15 minutes and I have no idea how far I went, but I took Paul’s verse about "beating his body" in a physical sense…because my body was certainly not in line with my heart.