Right before I hurt my foot, I’d decided to do a triathlon on October Fourth, and even after I hurt my foot, I knew I’d have about a month to exercise…plenty of time…IF I’d exercise; hence…the reason for some of my tears yesterday.

When you don’t have someone next to you encouraging you and you’re not motivated yourself, it’s hard to get moving…so hard that, yesterday, I decided to give up even attempting the triathlon, and that’s NOT how I’ve been knit together, so it bothered me. I’m not a quitter, so I needed to figure out what to do.

I set my alarm for five in the morning with a title of “JOGGING!” to motivate me to get up and do it. It didn’t work [sigh]. I looked at the title and turned the alarm off. Then , when I DID wake up, I knew this was something I DIDN’T want to write about, but I’m telling you: when God tells me to write, I write, so why can’t I hear Him about exercising? …because I don’t listen.

We all have a choice to listen to God. I don’t even know how this one’s going to turn out. Knowing me, I probably won’t know until the week before. If I DO do it, I’ll need to pay for registration and borrow a bike (so, if you want to see me do it, pray for those things, and pray for me to get my motivation from God: the only One Who’s always with me).

Normally, I don’t always like opinions, but in this matter, I could use all the help I can get, so if you have any suggestions on how to get my butt moving, let me know. I’ll read them (but may not follow them, so don’t get offended).