It’s time to tell the Internet.
As part of my year-long Journey of Renewal, and also as a Lenten discipline, and also because I just need to get my body moving, I am going to start exercising.
I bought special shoes and special clothes.
I joined the local Snap Fitness.
And now, I’ve told not only my “traveling companions” and coach on the Journey of Renewal, but also you, my Internet accountability partners.
I don’t expect to write too much about the experience on this blog. (If you want to read about a pastor exercising, check out my funny friend Tim’s blog here.) I just figured, if I put it on the Internet, maybe I will get myself to the gym more than twice.
So far, besides buying the shoes and clothes and the gym membership, I have chased a bunch of blown away mail outside the post office.
Mike and I were on our way to pick up Zoe after our first unsuccessful attempt to join (“staffed hours” are not always staffed, apparently) when we saw a man loading a bin of mail into the back of a truck. Suddenly–whoosh!–the mail was blowing down the wet, muddy street, the guy was frantically chasing it, and I was pulling over.
“Should we help him?” I asked. Really, how could we drive by?
Along with another friendly driver, Mike and I ran to and fro scooping up envelopes. It was a satisfying way to help someone out (lots of someones, really–think of all the senders and receivers of mail!).
And it was also surprisingly strenuous. Clearly, time to join a gym.
And, you know, go there and exercise.
I’m no expert, but I imagine it will be a lot like this: