Ahoy. I'm sailing! I SAIL! Okay, so now I can actually say . . . I Run! I am a jogger. I RUN!

I ran two and a half miles today. And I am not a runner. I have never been. This is so new and exciting for me. Sure I wanted to die afterwards and I might not be able to walk (ish), but I feel great! And it's not the runner's high. It's the fact that I am proactive! I am healthy! What fun this game is!

What is it about "the gym"? Will there always be those slimy trainers you swear only work here to help females stretch? Will there always be those girls at the front that smile and don't seem to serve a true purpose? Will there always be that one man who is huge and you can't imagine another vein finding room to breathe in his arms? Or what about those women who just go in and walk and then leave thinking they conquered the world? I have to give those women the benefit of the doubt though. They could just be starting out, and for that, Way to Go Girls!

But really! The whole public gym thing is a little weird. It's a place where we go to sweat together. Where we listen to the same mindless remixed pop music as we mindlessly pump iron to satisfy society's tireless expectations that we so often place on ourselves as the only way to be happy. Are those perfect bodies happy though? I mean really? And if they are, congrats for having it all. But it makes me want it all. I want to continue in my spiritual growth, my joy, but I also want the perfect body.

It doesn't seem to be happening exactly as I planned. I feel great, and to most people I think I look great. But there's that one spot. I'd like to just lipo-suck it out if I could. But I can't. It's part of how God made me, and so I need to step back in awe of the creation I am and be thankful.

Easier said than done. Right?