I was also trapped at The House on the Hill because the guy was down in the basement taking care of the furnace’s annual cleaning.
Not that I wanted to go anywhere. I’ve been isolating myself since my vacation began because I just need some time alone to process and cope.
Luckily, the Summer Olympics happening in Rio, so there was something to watch on TV.
This morning’s event was Women’s Beach Volleyball, and as I watched these world class athletes battle under the brutal summer sun, the one Deep Thought that kept popping into my head was:
“Those women have amazing abs!”
I looked down at my belly, which was thankfully covered by my toga, and even without x-ray vision, I knew that my stomach looked nothing like the athletic ones on display on my television.
That was when I realized that I currently have absolutely no control over the main problem in my life. Either she will decide to talk to me again, or she won’t. There’s really nothing I can do to influence that decision, and just have to believe that love will win.
What I did have control over, however, was my health.
One more long look at those killer abs, though, got me to change my mind.
Once the furnace got left, I changed into my running gear, and hit the road.
As you can see from the stunning action photo on the left, it was a grueling run. The mercury might not have hit 90 yet, but it was disgustingly humid and my non-Olympian body struggled to keep going.
I honestly gave myself permission to turn around and quit after about half a mile, but I thought about all those inspirational stories I’d heard this week while watching the Summer Olympics.
I bet Michael Phelps never quit on a run because it was too hot. I don’t suppose any members of our gold medal winning Gymnastics squad ever called it a day because of the wicked high humidity.
So I kept going. I will admit there was a lot of stopping to walk, gasp for air, and plead to a higher power to allow me to live, but I pushed myself a little further than on my last run.
Today was my fourth run in six days, after taking nearly two months off due to a leg injury. I’m still nowhere near the shape I had been in before I got hurt, but I was out there again. Sweating, breathing heavy, and trying to change my life one stride at a time.
Sound like anyone we know?
So what about you, Modern Philosophers? Has watching the Summer Olympics inspired you at all? Did you do anything healthy today?
I’ll never make it to the medal stand, but I do feel like a champion today!
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