Something to think about...

So I have been running constantly for the last couple weeks. Sorry I have not blogged yet. I just haven't had any funny or inspirational things to share. I just put my shoes on, go out and run. A little boring, but I know what I am running for, to see a best friends finish her half marathon. So I run and run and will run again tomorrow and probably the next day. Did I tell you I got new shoes? Shout out to Super Jock and Jill. They are fabulous!!! I did have a fabulous run last Saturday. AA ran with me for the first 4 miles and then I was on my own for 7 more. I ran pretty fast and I wished I would have worn my watch, but part of it is freeing without your watch. I have to figure out how to attach my Nikeplus thingy to my new non-Nike shoes.

While on my runs this week I started to think about all these new movies and books that are out that supposedly talk about God. "Eat, Pray, Love" "Woman, Food and God," and "The Secret". I know these have all been around a while, but with the movie staring the one and only Julia Roberts all of these books and movies have come out of the wood-works. It makes sense that ll of these types of books and movies are such a huge success. So many people look for purpose in their life, want healing and want to know why this world spins. The problem is these authors and producers use the words, God and Pray way too liberally. I was watching an interview with the lady that wrote, Women, Food and God. When asked what the God part of the book was about she was quick to say it wasn't about a God or a spiritual God. It was more about how everything was God, the trees are God, the orange is God, ect. Comma Wha??? Then I started to hear more about Eat, Pray, Love and how to pray part of the book is taken not a literal sense but a figurative sense. That everyone has a different view of pray. These two things struck me and struck a cord in my heart. So many different people are learning about "God" and "Praying" and the sad truth is, they aren't learning anything about what those two topics actually mean. Ths weekend I just read about a woman who went to a "camp" with the man who wrote "The Secret". She ended up dying in a sweat tent, because the man told her she could push through her own limitations. Not only was that sad, but these people spend tens of thousands of dollars to be told an utter and complete lie. I don't care what Oprah says, or the "radical transformations" people have had with these books and movies, they are filling people's heads with the non-truth. The only truth that talks about the real God, what prayer actually is, and that there is no secret is the Bible.

I am still not quite sure why I have gotten so heated in the last couple weeks about all of this. It doesn't bother me if you write a book about dieting or traveling, but it does bother me when you through words like pray and God around. So the point of this post...well I guess there is no point, other then I am extremely worried with the direction that main stream media is taking eternity. This topic sure gave me a lot to think about while running the last couple weeks. Hmmmmm....your thoughts?

Fire, sweat, oh my!

Today was a hard hard day to run. I hopped on the torcher chamber, I mean treadmill, and started off on my run. I have some new sneakers so I was testing them out. I always run a couple of times in a pair of shoes before I decide if they are keepers. Does that make me a bad person, if I return them? Hmmm, probably huh? As I started running my legs would not fire, they refused to get going. Usually the first mile or so it hurts a little bit, as my legs decide to wake up and join the rest of my body on the run, but not this morning. They were screaming at me to stop. I told them to pipe down and keep running, but nope they killed. So at 2.5 miles I stopped. I can count on one hand how many times I have stopped short of my goal run, but this morning it just wasn't in the cards. And you know what made me most mad? I was watching the Today Show and they were about to explain why Bristol Palin and her weirdo boyfriend broke up for the millionth time! But I missed it because I couldn't keep running! Ugh! Oh the small joys in the life! :)

I ran on Monday, an 8 miler in the HEAT! I know I am from Seattle and anything above 70 is a heat wave and everyone runs to Home Depot to by an AC unit and that in the winter we get one snow flake and all of the city gets shut down, but Monday was HOT. I started running and I almost started sweating immediately. And I am no girl sweater...no no. Have you met my father? Have you seen him after a run....N.A.S.T.Y. I got his genes. I am so nasty sick I almost can't handle it. I knew I was in trouble when at mile 4ish, right as I was about to turn around I went to wipe sweat from some part of my body and it felt like sand paper...uh oh....SALTING. How was I already salting at mile 4? I love salting...I think it is kind of cool. Again, I am a "runner," I start at gross. I was running, now to just find a water fountain. I found one and finished up my 8 miler, feeling slow and sluggish. I didn't even want to look at my watch to see my time. Uh it was going to be bad. Until I looked at it and it wasn't bad at all! 1 hour 12 minutes. A 9min 2 sec pace. HA! Love it when that happens!

I was reading a blog post the other day from my pastor. The man is brilliant, so sometimes it takes a LOT of thinking and a couple read throughs to be able to completely get what he is saying. But this last one was all about goals he had set out for himself and how most of those goals never came true, but what was so exciting was that the life that designed for him, instead of those goals was far more interesting, fun, challenging, rewarding, Christ centered and loving then he would have ever designed for himself. And the one and only person to thank for that was Jesus. Then at the end of his post he left it with, "Thank you Jesus for the life, I have yet to live and the adventure that awaits as I follow in Your footsteps!" Wow! To pray for the future like that, to know that the life He designed is far more then we could ever plan for ourselves. I am putting that prayer on a sticky note, and sticking it on the bathroom mirror so that everyday I will not forget to thank my Savior for the adventure that awaits.