We have a two-mile walk coming up in our town in about three weeks.
(Well, we also have a 5K run that night, but that really doesn't apply to me, because I don't even run when chased. I just collapse on the ground.)
I've entered the walk the past two years. The first year, I got a trophy! Third place in my age range!
Last year, I got big fat nothing, because I got heat exhaustion and had to quit.
(You wouldn't think that two miles would be a big deal, but it's HOT out there on that pavement, and it's on a very hilly college campus, and you're trying to walk fast so you can get a trophy. Ergo, it's a very big deal.)
My wonderful WW leader, who also participates, suggested that I walk outside when the weather got warmer (as opposed to inside, where it's nice and cool and I have a TV!) so my body could get used to the temperature gradually.
And it dawned on me this morning that I hadn't been training like that! And the event is less than three weeks away!
Since it's already climbing into the 90's here in the Deep South, early morning would be the ideal time. But I do nothing in an ideal way, so I didn't go walking before work. And I thought about doing it at lunch, but then I went to the restroom and saw my reflection.
And I thought: man, I am FINALLY having a good hair day.
No way am I messing that up to go walking and get all hot and sweaty, and then have to come right back to work!
Guess I'll just have to find time, at least today, to go out after supper.
Because good hair days aren't easy to come by, and I sure as heck am not wasting one!
(If you're here for Heather's carnival, this post is obviously not one about God meeting me. Because obviously I'm still struggling with the sin of vanity. You'll just have to scroll down to get to the good stuff!)