Day 7 of the new exercise regime – sprained ankle. I wish I
had some elaborate tale to share about how this happened. You know, like I fell
from a zipline as I was careening over Tallulah Gorge or how a boulder came
crashing down on me as I pushed a crying infant to safety. The truth is that I
missed the bottom rung of the ladder. No high adventures, no glory, just pain
and frustration.
I was doing so good trying to get back into the habit of
exercising. As I drove home from the doctor, I thought surely there must be
some sort of lesson in this. I guess the thing I am reminded of is that no
matter how good our intentions are to do what is “right” troubles and
temptations will always try and get us to wander from the path.
I could wallow in self pity and eat a big bowl of ice cream
(and believe me, it’s tempting) or I could consider it all pure joy (James 1)
and see this as an opportunity to work on strengthening my arms. I’m learning
that attitude and perspective go a long way…
Well I am not really sure why I am sharing these ramblings
with you, but they will hold me accountable to keep my attitude in check and to
keep on working out, even if I do have to change it up a bit.
