The internet is out at our place currently, so I’m doing this like the old school days, inputting by phone.
Allow me to start by showing you the lunch special at a friend of mines joint:
That my dear friends is how you do chicken & waffles.
I’m to the point in the evening that I’m icing my feet, and also dozing in and out of sleep. I can relate this only to being sick and falling asleep on the toilet. The Monday-Friday schedule isn’t easy. It’s not the morning workout that got me, it was the evening workout at which point I had wished I was asleep for the night.
I’m tired, but I tell myself it’s worth it. Tomorrow I only have one session in the morning, 1.5 days of rest following, and a four mile race Friday morning. I expect Saturday to be restful, and Sunday to be light. Killing it again on Monday.
Spiritually…it’s a fight. Several times today I found myself staring off into space thinking, “This really is impossible…”. I’m sure that’ll forever be the battle. I’m not sure why but the term impossible is addictive, it’s this sensational desire to just prove the sheer idea wrong. I work to find communion with God, and at the same time I’m frequently having to put a new demon to rest. I suppose spirituality life is just as taxing as the physical life.
I’m still learning.
Good news is tomorrow is the last day in the office, and I’m out for three days in Arkansas.
The dark one has already beaten me to falling asleep…