Jay and I were up and out the door by 6am this morning. It was tough rolling out of bed today; I think we’re both just sore and sleep isn’t catching up.
So we thought we’d take it easy today by skipping out on the weight training and doing a steady cardio workout on the tread…
WHOA, did I under-estimate this workout:
Halfway through my heart was pumping, but instead of backing down, I took on the challenge. Plus, quitting a workout halfway through is lame-sauce.
Victory! The 3.53 miles includes my warm-up/cool-down.
I was ready to EAT when we got back home. Skimming the pantry, I had to be a little creative, since we are nearing the end of our groceries… Sometimes those hodge-podge meals turn out to be gems, though.
I spotted some sweet potatoes and got to work chopping them up:
(It may have been faster to grate or food process them…FYI)
I chopped up half an onion I found in the fridge and sautéed it in extra virgin olive oil, turning the heat down to med-low before adding the sweet potatoes… (They have a tendency to burn on the outside before cooking all the way through).
After seasoning with sea salt and garlic pepper, they turned out not-half-bad!
I threw in a fried egg and cottage cheese for some protein and two organic carrots.
Mm-mm, all set for my quiet time!
Reading today’s passage in 2 Timothy had me come across a statement from Paul, a man who lived to tell others about the transformational love of God. Check out what he tells Timothy:
“As for me, my life has already been poured out as an offering to God. The time of my death is near. I have fought a good fight, I have finished the race, and I have remained faithful. And now the prize awaits me–the crown of righteousness that the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me on that great day of his return. And the prize is not just for me but for all who eagerly look forward to his glorious return.” -Paul, 2 Timothy 4:6-8
Motivating. I hope I’ll be saying that on my deathbed.
QUESTION OF THE DAY
If this was your last week on earth, what would you be saying on your deathbed? Would there be any regrets? Or would it look like Paul’s?
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