I won't bore you with all the nitty gritty details of my workout today. On the other hand, maybe I will. Because everyone knows that if you don't blog about something, it never happened, right?
So, after sleeping for 9.5 blissful hours straight last night, I was back in the gym today for my final strength training session of the week.
 |
| Today's empty gym. Don't worry -- it'll fill back up in January for about a month before people lose interest. |
I have to tell you -- it was the best workout I've ever had.
I know, I say that about every one of my workouts.
But it's true. Who am I without a gym and my daily steps?
Why do no other hobbies excite me as much as lifting and running do (excepting, of course, climbing, marathoning, surfing, etc).
Believe me, ping pong would not have the same effect. Yesterday made me feel so good (fall is back --yay!!!!) I just had to do it all over again today.
So what now? Finish my book on reading -- and ENJOYING -- the New Testament. I predict it's going to be my parvum opus. (Google it if you don't know Latin.) I've titled it How to Make the New Testament Come Alive! How's that for a goofy title? I've only got two chapters left to polish. I'm past the idea phase. I'm past the rough draft phase. I'm past the revision phase. I'm in the "refining-the-grammar-and-word-choices-and-formatting-phase." You know, things like shoving commas into the proper holes.
Thus far I've given myself permission to be a bad writer. It's the stage of writing when you allow yourself a messy draft so that you can actually reach the end instead of endlessly rewriting your chapters. Believe me, I realize that this book will be a very minor contribution to the field of biblical studies, but it is MY work and MY love and I'm allowed to indulge in such simple pleasures from time to time. I will say this about my publications. I try not to bore people who read my books. I save that for you on this blog. And my kids. That's because I am a hopeless literary geek. I love the library. I love bookstores (especially the ones near Piccadilly in London). I've always got books I want to read on hold, and there's always a long wait. By the way, here's a little secret. Every author knows his writing days can't last forever. We all struggle with this fact in our own ways. Aging is a good lesson in letting go, of being able to say "C'est la vie." I'm okay with that. Sometimes our best laid plans get sidetracked by life. C'est la vie. There are worse things in life than not being able to, say, complete your parvum opus. But that doesn't stop you from trying.
Okay, off to be productive. Bore ya again soon.