I did what I am now calling the "countdown workout" this morning, in the warmth and dryness of my apartment, as the beautiful snow fell outside my windows. You know...the countdown workout:
First 10 of each, then 9, then 8, etc all the way down to 1.
I had made the decision last night that this is what I would do. I now have a little piece of paper with that list typed out, to help me, because as we know, KAREN CANNOT THINK at 5 in the morning. So I lay the list on the table and have to look at it literally between EVERY SINGLE TRANSITION.
Still, it's a beautiful thing. I can do it in my dark apartment, with only the indirect lighting of the streetlights outside. No noise has to happen. No other human voices or music I didn't choose. It's a nice pick for me, for a light workout on my days of not running.
Here's hoping they clear the sidewalks well today. I'd love to be back at running tomorrow.
In other news, I saw this quote on my Oswald Chambers site this morning...very apropos to the naked page, methinks (discipline, discipline, discipline...it is our friend, alas):
Much of the misery in our Christian life comes not because the devil
tackles us, but because we have never understood the simple laws of our
make-up. We have to treat the body as the servant of Jesus Christ:
when the body says “Sit,” and He says “Go,” go! When the body says
“Eat,” and He says “Fast,” fast! When the body says “Yawn,” and He says