jogging

so... my friend and I each have insane schedule's. BUT we both like to work out.

And we both want to be as in-shape as is possible working 2 jobs each and taking a full load of classes.

So we decided to work out today.

She innocently suggested we go jogging.

I foolishly suggested we go to Cherokee park and jog.

2 problems:

1. She is African

2. Cherokee is full of hills.

Now, the first isn't a PROBLEM its just African's physiological build is much more conducive to running long distances with no training and still ending smiling and saying 'hey, that was fun' than us wimpy white girls.

And this particular girl friend of mine is slightly masochist, likes to push herself and set high goals. And take her friends with her.

This is good if you want a killer work out, which I did.

However, there were a few points where she looked at me and said, 'I think I'm gonna be carrying your corpse back to your apartment.' I would have agreed but I was too busy trying to suck oxygen into my screaming lungs.

I did finish the jog, although with a slight limp.

WHICH the apostle Paul said he FINISHED the race, he didn't say he finished it RUNNING. (thank you, Pastor Hester, for that clarification!!!)

"The body was meant for endurance and PAIN, Rachel! The Christian likes to go through pain and come out stronger!!" my friend would cheer at me as I gasped and wheezed up-hill.

So the moral of the story is: If you think you are in shape, go jogging. You will quickly discover differently.

I'm trying to think of a good Christian analogical application of it, but my lungs are still slightly burning and all my brain function is going towards repairing muscles and figuring out how to get all my homework done before tuesday. hehe... oh yeah, homework.

See, the college experience would be so much more enjoyable with out it. ;-)

Pesky details.

Okay. Am leaving now to go enjoy a cup of African Hot Chocolate and finish laundry.

(p.s. I did have my friend preview this before publishing to make sure all was politically correct and unoffensive to her ;-D)

~Princess Ouch~

two weeks of high-heels

The last two Saturdays have been filled with weddings. I knew about the second but thought the first was going to be in December. (*ahem* Tim....) Now, in the above photo, the expression on my face may indicate that I was feeling more like I was at a funeral and not at a wedding. This is not true. I was overjoyed for my friends, however you notice I am wearing heels and a dress. Not a skirt and shirt, but a dress.See, I like looking nice. But my version of nice doesn't always agree with other people's definition. Example: I think Gypsies look nice.


Which may give you a small inkling of the fact that I am a closet-bohemian who doesn't always restrain myself to the closet.And the fact I was in large crowds of Americans my age. Not cool. I can talk with anyone anywhere, just as long as they aren't my peers. Welcome to the life of a homeschool graduate.
Not to worry though. I am adaptable (also one of the perks about homeschool graduate-ness) and on top of that can act. I just envision myself in less vulnerable attire:

And yet that still didn't give me sufficient courage to leave the corner I had fled to and actually talk with all these nicely dressed, perfumed people I didn't know.One gentleman was really sweet. He was a good deal taller and older than me. Walked up and said, 'Smile, sweety! You're too pretty to not have a smile on your face! Besides, plenty of young men here, and they are LOOKIN'!"Yes, sir, but you see, I'm in a satin-ish dress that is flattering to my figure, which is at the same time cool but at yet also I'm at a Southern Baptist school and I'm sure somehow someway a debate can be formed that I'm causing someone somewhere to sin; and I'm sure my posture is somehow wrong, and I'm not from the South and I'll say the wrong things to these Kentuckians (who SAY they aren't southern. Ha. Reality check) and then I'll have to say something dramatic and humorous to get myself out of the awkward situation which will then cause people to laugh, thereby turning the focus from the bride and groom to me, which will be ridiculous, and that whole thought is ridiculous, and I'm too self-focused and uncomfortable in this dress which according to my room mate makes me look hot! AUGH!!!!But you don't SAY that, so I just smile and he smiles back, and walks off, and I go back to people watching, feeling like I'm glowering from the shadows like some dark creature from Spencer's "The Faerie Queene" which I just finished reading and have a quiz to take on it tonight.

All that to say, I'm never quite sure how to act in large crowds.
In other news, I am off to the Black Hills for a few days with family and then to see the house they've been rebuilding from a house fire that happened last fall. Am glad to be hanging with them, overjoyed to get out into God's creation, and am bee-bopping back and forth between careless disregard for all the homework that will be stacking up while I'm gone and raw panic. I'm trying to decide if its worth it to break my back by bringing 3 shirts and a pair of jeans and using the rest of my suitcase space for textbooks.
With that, I must off to work.

coolness

At age 16 Andor Foldes was already a skilled pianist, but he was experiencing a troubled year. In the midst of the young Hungarian’s personal struggles, one of the most renowned pianists of the day came to Budapest. Emil von Sauer was famous not only for his abilities; he was also the last surviving pupil of the great Franz Liszt. Von Sauer requested that Foldes play for him. Foldes obliged with some of the most difficult works of Bach, Beethoven, and Schumann.

When he finished, Von Sauer walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead. “My son,” he said, “when I was your age I became a student of Liszt. He kissed me on the forehead after my first lesson, saying, ‘Take good care of this kiss—it comes from Beethoven, who gave it to me after hearing me play.’ I have waited for years to pass on this sacred heritage, but now I feel you deserve it.”

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One of my class assignments was to surf www.bible.org and I found this article on there. Thought I'd share 'cuz its cool.

In other news, the dean's wife keeps assuring us that there has never ever been anyone who died from over reading or over studying. To which I say, records are made to be broken, and there is always the exception that proves the rule. ;-)

~PrincessOuch~