Tuesday, March 15, 2011


It's Tuesday already!

I can't believe how fast time is going—there is only one month until the end of the semester, one month until I run a marathon, one month until Miriam goes into nursery, one month until Andrew leaves for Ghana! It's all coming up so fast!

The end of the semester is yet another cliff-hanger for us. We're rushing to our doom, full speed ahead, unsure of what we'll find when we step over the edge: will we fly, fall, or find a hidden bridge? It's yet another leap of faith for us. Nothing terrible is due to happen, except nothing (which isn't terrible at all since we have secure jobs for the summer whether we stay or go), but there are other more alluring options that might come knocking and we kind of wish they would.

For now we're ready to stay or go at a moment's notice, but to keep myself from getting my hopes up I'm developing a list of fun things to do over the summer, filling our time with "Utah adventures" just in case we don't have any other adventure to run off to.

Speaking of running, I ran 19 miles on Saturday. It was the longest run of my life. The first half went by pretty smoothly; I ran to BYU and it was beautiful outside. I did a couple of miles around the track, went back outside to run home, and was just about blown away by a nasty spring zephyr. I was running into the wind the entire nine miles home. It was hard. And, oh, so cold...especially when it started raining.
 About three miles before I got home, I took out my cell phone and dialed up Andrew, thinking that if I whinged about the cold wind and rain long enough that he'd take pity and come pick me up.

He was doggedly persistent in metting out encouragement instead and convinced me to keep running.

So I did.

I ran some and I walked some and I ran some and I walked some with the wind whipping into my face and rain blinding my eyes (in more than one way because by this time my glasses had already been rendered completely useless). It was miserable. And cold.

That was before it started thundering and lightning-ing.

And hailing.

Did I mention how cold and miserable it was?

When I was about a mile away from home, Andrew drove up and gallantly offered me a ride.

I took it and I don't think I've ever been happier to step into a car.

After I was home and warm and showered and fed I thought I was a little silly to give up that last mile (I was supposed to run 20 miles) but then I remembered how I was so cold I could hardly move my fingers, let alone my legs, and decided it wasn't silly at all. It was practical.

Amazingly enough, I wasn't very sore on Sunday morning.

I was fully expecting to be hobbling around, but I was, relatively speaking, just fine.

We taught our primary kids about prayer, specifically the Lord's Prayer. We had the kids read the verse about not praying as the hypocrites and our kids, naturally, asked what a hypocrite is.

"A hypocrite is someone who says one thing but does another. So someone who pretends to be righteous but is not would be a hypocrite."

"Oh! Then my mom is a hypocrite!" one of the boys in our class blurted out.

A deathly silence shrouded the room. His statement was made so boldly and was thus quite unignorable. We didn't want to probe in case it wasn't any of our business but weren't sure how to take the attention away from him without making things more awkward. Luckily for us he just kept talking.

"She tells me to fast," he told us indignantly, "But then she doesn't!"

"Oh! Well, your mom isn't a hypocrite, then. She's just pregnant," I assured him with a sigh of relief. His mom is due with a baby either next month or the month after. "Pregnant women aren't supposed to fast because it can deprive the baby of nutrients or even make the baby come too early."

We could tell from the look on his face that he understood but was still thought it was a little unfair.

"I'll tell you what," Andrew bargained, "When you get pregnant you won't have to fast, either."

The majority of our class are boys and there was a little uproar about this since none of them ever have a hope of getting pregnant. We had one girl in our class that day and she smugly sat a little taller in her seat. There are a lot more downsides to being pregnant than being exempt from fasting makes up for, but I didn't tell the kids that. Instead I said, "Moving on! Moving on!"

And so we did. And so we are still doing.

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