I finally figured out what “Next Level” means. Because the humidity has risen to the next level. We’re going to need freakin’ gills to breathe before the end of the summer. It was like running through syrup today.
And I’ve never looked at a Chips and Salsa dish and thought, “That could really hurt me.” I will now. Thanks Morgan for making me scared of a platter.
Running around with a 45-lb. plate just reminded me how sucky it was to weigh 45 pounds heavier than I do now. I’m in no mood to go back to Fatville ever again.
I hiked my leg like a dog in Clark’s station. With both legs. Just thankfully not at the same time. I think that would hurt.
I ran and bunny hopped over bags. I’m sure I looked like an idiot doing it.
And the cherry on top of the sweat sundae was running around the track and up and down a metal stadium nearly twice. By the time I got to the end zone for the final stretch, I was not only drenched in sweat, I was pouring sweat like someone had turned on a faucet.
I opened up my Facebook this morning at 4:09 and saw that Eric died of melanoma. I survived melanoma. So you want to know something, I haven’t got a thing to complain about. None. Nothing. I’m alive. I saw the sunrise. I have the gift of another day.
I just wish Eric did.
Wonderful piece “WELL SAID”! We should wake up every day praising God for his mercy. Glad to be alive, and trying to make a positive difference in our world.