I lift my eyes up

"I lift my eyes up unto the mountains, where does my help come from?"











The lingering odor of discarded hamburger wrappers and soggy rotted onions replaced the fresh crisp morning air. Yes, it's trash day.

I past the garbage truck and said, "morning" to the one driving it just as I was trying to get up the crazy steep hill on Otter Trail.

Only in the summer do I ever get a glimpse of these anonymous men who collect the trash. Winter cloaks them in darkness.

I thought I was doing horrible as far as time goes, but when I got back to the house I noticed that I was only gone for 30 minutes. That's it. And the last 5 of those minutes I walked and stretched. I must be getting faster, but I can't feel it.

Unfortunately what I did feel today was pain. Pain in my right shin. It became apparent on the last turn around the park. I saw my neighbor, Wayne, and that's about when each step became magnified with sharp pulses of electric shock.

I sprinted (because I do that) across my finish line and wobbled back and forth 3 times.

Pain.
Dang it!!

I will take the next 2 days off. That's all I will give it. 2 days of water, water, water, ice and stretches. Then I'm going to dig in my closet in search of those inserts I used to have for my old running shoes. I can' t believe I've used up the cushioning in my new shoes yet! Hmm, when did I get these?

"Oh how I need you Lord, you are my only hope, you're my only prayer. So I will wait for you to come and rescue me. Come and give me life."