No walking today but somehow I managed to think about it all day, beginning with full disclosure to Dana this morning of my midnight impulse to register for the Eugene Marathon. She was gracious as always with a serving of perplexed on the side due to the fact that she was the woman at the half-marathon finish line only weeks ago who heard me proclaim with firm resolve, :::pant, pant::: "I will never ever do anything like this again! What was I thinking?!" :::suck air, gasp:::
Back to today. By 9:00 a.m. I was at the library where I fully intended to spend the day preparing for my guest preaching gig on Sunday but by 1:00 p.m. I couldn't stand it any longer and headed off to the local running store to try on runner's shorts, all of which were ridiculously short for someone who is plagued with inner-thigh creepitis. I still managed to leave with five pairs of double-layer cool-max socks and elastic shoelaces. Essentials.
Okay, focus focus focus. Now it's late afternoon and I still have no sermon outline, but not to worry. I'll do the grocery shopping for dinner, finish the laundry, sort through a small stack of emails from work and then get right back to my notes.
Except . . . I have a 14-miler tomorrow and because I need to head out by 6:30 a.m. to catch BART into San Francisco I should probably take a few minutes just to pull my things together. Once my walking stuff is ready for the morning then I can concentrate on the sermon without any distractions. As I blog, our dining room table is covered with all my walking provisions which took numerous trips upstairs, to the garage, and around in circles to accumulate.
Strange. How did it get to be dinner time so soon?
Dinner is done. The dishes are in the dishwasher. Everything is laid out for tomorrow including the cheese sandwich cut in quarters and individually wrapped in cellophane that I thought might be a good snack for the road. Unpack my hip bag. Remove one Gu. Re-arrange contents allowing for cheese sandwich. Alrighty then. Now it's time to wrap my mind and heart around Sunday's sermon.
Except. . .it would sure be nice to have some new tunes for my Ipod. . .and my blog. . .
Okay, this it is. It's nearly 9:00 p.m. If I just hunker down for a couple hours I'll have a solid handle on the theme and structure. Just a couple hours without any distractions. No problem.