Everyday Spectacular

Imperfections. Ramblings. Life to the Full.


You know those stationary bike classes for the super-hardcore-gym people that are all “Hey, I love to sweat for my sense of inner peace and harmony.” ?

Ok, so in case you haven’t been paying attention, I do not happen to be one of those gym people (in fact, if you must know, it’s probably been at least a year since the gym has even been graced with my presence) and so I can truthfully tell you that I have only ever observed these classes from behind a nice, safe, glass barrier. Thank God. They look sweaty and painful and awful and the instructor is always real loud and bossy.

Nope, not for me.

But I was thinking of those classes this week when I realized that I am feeling really tired.

Call it a vision, call it a hallucination, call it whatever you like actually, but I have been feeling like I am on a spin bike going really, really fast and THE CLASS NEVER ENDS.

And, well, I guess all I popped in to say in this small window before all the appointments and running around and cooking and cleaning up, et cetera, et cetera that I have to do today…

All I am wondering this morning is – Who is the class instructor I’ve been listening to?

Who has been barking orders at me, guilting me into pushing faster, upping my incline, denying me a break?

Oh, of course, it’s me. I am rather ridiculously hard on myself.

I am in the wrong class.

I am in the wrong room.

Here is where I really want to be…

Psalm 23:1-3 “The Lord is my shepherd;I shall not want.2 He makes me to lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside the still waters.3 He restores my soul; He leads me in the paths of righteousness For His name’s sake.”

Anybody know where this class is? I could use a gym buddy.


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  1. Laura Farraway on said:

    You’re welcome to the empty third of Magginator’s king size bed in the afternoon Carrie. A word of warning, however, my generous bed buddy tends to be a bit gassy and will encroach on your turf if you don’t protect your borders.

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