I left my house for the ‘last’ time. (cue soft tears in the background)
WHERE IS MY LAPTOP?
I returned to the house and sure enough, there it is on the school room bookshelf!
As I grabbed it off the shelf, I thought that I should take one last look through the rooms. Incredible!
I found a SMALL SUITCASE full of stuff that we missed!
My son, youngest daughter and I FINALLY finished packing the truck.
I had to call the moving company (ABF) three times to reschedule the pickup time. Fortunately, they were very accomodating.
Now I will START painting the new French doors. Escrow has officially closed and I am STILL working on this house!
This cannot be normal!?!?
It’s NOT what you might be thinking…
I took my wife to the airport. She and a friend stayed up all night packing and cleaning!
I did it! I weigh 187 lbs. That is what I weighed when I was 18!
I don’t look like I did when I was 18 (yet). But, I have lost 27 lbs. this year!
My son just decided to skip football next year. He is going to concentrate on wrestling since he did so well. I found a list of wrestling clubs in Kansas. The one in Kansas City was 5 times more expensive!
Well, shoot. We live two miles from Missouri…
So I printed out a list of Missouri clubs.
WOW! Wrestling is HUGE in Missouri.
I called the coaches at one of the Missouri high schools where we might buy a house. I finally got through to one of the assistants named Phillip Howk. He has three sons who wrestle for Blue Springs, and each finished 5th or higher in the Missouri state tournament this year!
Although Mr. Howk runs his own wrestling club in the off-season, he recommended the MO-West club as the best in the area. That is impressive to me. Not many men would do that. That is why I gave his name. He is worthy of honor, and I am thankful.
My son has decided to concentrate on wrestling. I told him that he might be able to earn a scholarship.
I went online to find a club in the Kansas City area for freestyle wrestling season. There were a total of 19 wrestling clubs (I think either I or my computer screwed up) in Kansas. All of them cost $20-30 except the one in Kansas City. It cost $150!
I thought, “Give me a break! I’ll just check Missouri. We’re right across the state line.”
Wow! Over 20 pages of wrestling clubs! I guess wrestling is BIG in Missouri.
I find that there are three components to my morning jog: my will, my lungs, and my muscles/body.
On some days, as soon as I awake, the choice to run has already been made. “It’s on my schedule!” On those days, the challenge is to see how much time I will cut off.
On other days, it is a major victory to choose to get out of bed and put my shoes on. If I win those two battles and actually start running, I then face the next set of obstacles.
On some days, my body/muscles feel great, like a race horse ready to gallop. On those rare days, my body is actually an encouragement to my will, saying “Let’s go. We can do this!”
However, much more frequently, I feel like Sisyphus and every single step is my boulder. My legs feel like jello, my feet like boat anchors. On those days, my body will argue profusely with my will. Every step requires a choice with body grudgingly obeying.
However, even when my body feels great and my will embraces the challenge, my lungs can become a formidable foe.
Sometimes, my breathing becomes labored or my side starts to hurt. If my body feels great, I will start talking to myself, if need be, aloud, saying: “Come on! Keep going! You can do this!” My will can overcome the cardiovascular pain and complete the run.
However, when my body feels terrible and my breathing becomes labored, my will is put to the greatest test. On those days, it is a major achievement just to complete the run. The conversation inside of me goes something like this: “Don’t quit! Just keep going! Just take the next step! You only have ___ much more to go. You’re not going to die.”
I hope this encourages you as you strive to take care of your body.
My wife and I drove from KC to Wichita early this morning.
The event was held in the basketball arena at Wichita State University. I entered where he could not see me, climbed the stairs to the very top and then approached his section from above his seat. He didn’t know that I was there until I sat next to him. What a great reunion!
I finally got to see him wrestle. He got beat but still finished in the top 12 in the state! Not bad for someone who never wrestled before this year!
My son called me this afternoon to tell me that he won his second match. Thank God!
He has no idea that I will be there tomorrow morning to see him wrestle his next one!
My wife called me this morning to give me the play-by-play on Anson’s first match…
He got his butt kicked.
I am still not going to tell him that I am coming to see him. I don’t want to put any more pressure on him.
