I've missed you!
I've missed you!
My summer craziness is over and it's time to get back on the blog. I return a little heavier, a little doughier, but ready to fully re-commit. While absent I maintained some good habits, and let others slip, but at least I was aware. Aware that I was making a bad choice. Aware of the consequences of those choices. Aware that at some point I'd have to pay the piper. Payment was made in part yesterday morning when I stepped on the scale and went for my first run in three weeks. I'm up five pounds, and the run was, well, grueling. I actually stopped and walked for the first time ever. Then I sat down on an electrical box and cried for a little bit. Then I got up and ran/walked home. I should have started with a shorter run. I'm still recovering from the lack of sleep last week on Trek.
Trek was awesome. Matt and I both left with that day-after-Christmas feeling. We pulled/pushed a handcart for 30 miles across the plains of Wyoming. Half of that was on day three, at Rocky Ridge. The trek over Rocky Ridge was intense, and after a night of rain (and hail!) very muddy. Our family was asked to pull a second handcart, because the church needed them transported. That meant we were spread thin, and I pulled the handcart for around 13 1/2 miles. The amazing thing is, I was up for it! I did it, and I felt good when it was done. I was worn out, slightly stiff, and a little sore (I think that was more due to sleeping on the hard ground with nothing but a sleeping bag as padding.) And that's all thanks to this blog! I'm so grateful that I didn't have to worry about the physical aspect of Trek. I had complete confidence that I could do it, no problem. If they would have asked us before I was a part of this blog, I wouldn't have had that confidence. So thanks girls, especially Audrey!
The night before, I heard the Stake Young Women's president chatting with a bunch of girls about the day ahead. We knew it was going to be tough, and she was speaking a few words of encouragement. She said, "What was our lesson about girls? I can do..."
"Hard Things!" one girl replied.
That sentiment was like a glass of cold water in my face. It woke me up. I knew immediately it was to be my new motto. There is so much power in that one thought! I can do hard things! Of course I can. Not only that, but I am CHOOSING to do hard things, and that's even more powerful. Making a lifestyle change is difficult, but it's certainly possible. In fact, it's the purpose of life; to fight off the natural man, to try our best to be like Jesus. It's not only possible, it's EXPECTED of us. Doesn't that make it seem more attainable? It does to me!
Here's the tough part: Sometimes, I don't want to do hard things. I'm tired. I want to sit down on an electrical box and have a little cry. And I think that's okay, as long as I get up again. Because of the Savior, we have an endless amount of do-overs. And that is something for which I am truly grateful.