Monday Musings for August 28, 2017

Monday Musings for August 28, 2017

Dear Friends,

I watched a lot of television on Friday.  Not by choice.

Friday was to be our travel day, Madras to Nampa.  It’s 330 miles and we lose an hour crossing the time zone, so we like to get an early start.  It was 5:30 am.  I was sitting down, reaching for a shoe, and something happened in my lower back.  Ouch!!

It’s happened before, it was a familiar “Ouch!!”, but never this bad.

Helen helped me into bed.  I don’t think I could have managed that without her.  I found a position where the pain would stop screaming, and then I didn’t move.  For a long time, I literally did not move.

Television kept me company.

It happened to be the day the annual Hood to Coast relay began.  It’s 199 miles run by teams of 12.  The biggest relay in the world.  I ran that every year for many years.  We had a good team.  When they made a movie about Hood to Coast, ours was one of the four teams featured.  Lots of great memories.  Those were the days — when I could run hard and fast, rest a few hours, do it again, a few more hours rest, and then one more time.

A bonus was that it was our daughter, Kelsey’s story.  It helped to hear her voice.

The television was dominated on that Friday with news from Texas.  Hurricane Harvey was about to hit land and the forecast was an unbelievable 40 to 50 inches of rain.  I was impressed with Governor Greg Abbott as he helped the people of his state prepare.  But I noticed he was using a wheelchair.  I had never noticed that before.  I checked it out on my phone.

Back in 1984, a 26-year-old Greg Abbott went for a run.  It was a stormy day.  Bad weather never stops serious runners.  A huge branch broke from an oak tree and hit him. He has been in a wheelchair ever since.

I had a lot of time to think all day Friday.  I thought about whether I would make it back in time for church on Sunday (I did).  And I thought about whether I would be able to continue my running streak of nearly 37 years (I didn’t).  There was no way.

I’m thankful to be feeling better this morning.  I’m thankful there’s no need for me to get in my daily run. Not today.  Not for several days.  And I’m thankful that my injury is not as life-changing as Governor Abbott’s.  I will run again.  Just not every day.

In Christ,

John