Monday Candor & Hoofing It, Part 3



Today, I got out and ran. The moon set behind the house, a blurry orange disk in the dawn sky. A light drizzle threatened, but never really materialized. The issues with my right foot have all but dissipated. The two shots helped. Not tequila shots, mind you, but cortisone.

Confession is good for the soul, right? Now’s as good a time as any to admit I put on 10 lbs. over the last year. Yay! I kind of lost track of who I was and what I wanted while going through transition after transition, some of it mighty painful. But I’m an athlete. I know probably that sounds kind of goofy. I don’t mean it in the sense of competing at an elite level. I have a day job, after all, and multiple obligations. I mean it in the sense that I need to get physical and sweaty most days. So…not super feminine. But I don’t really care about that anymore. I think I need to invent my own standard.

Fast forward to today. I’ve lost about 5 of those pounds. Woot! I’d like to lose 5 more. We’ll reevaluate after that. I went back to kettlebells last week. Oy! I’d done some at home, because you don’t want to walk back into class cold turkey. That’s just asking for pain and suffering. Your hands will already turn to hamburger. Why add to the misery?

While running this morning, I considered the last year. I know we’re almost halfway through 2018, but it’s taken awhile to let my failures go. Sometimes we wind up with a filleted heart. It takes time to heal. To force the healing or lose patience with ourselves is to miss the learning. We continue to take it to the Father, pray, read the Word and surrender, Dorothy. We need to feel the feelings instead of stuffing them – or eating them – which was my M.O. until recently.

All of this to say I’m on the mend. Dr. B. gave me yet another shot in my foot. I sat in the examination room, contemplating the fish-spangled ceiling as the needle plunged into my foot yet again.

“All done,” Dr. B. announced.

“Wait. You’re done? That didn’t hurt as much,” I said. I felt proud of myself. I am getting tougher, I thought, smiling. Alright!

“Well,” he said, “as the inflammation goes down, the shots hurt less. So you’re nearly better.” He smiled.

Amen to that.

And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns. Philippians 1:6



2 thoughts on “Monday Candor & Hoofing It, Part 3

  1. larwen says:

    Great Analogy! Learning lessons about ourselves is more painful than a cortisone shot but in a different way.

    Recently, I have been going through some instances with a long time friend who is going through difficulties. She is good at striking out at others in hard times, and up to now, sometimes you grit your teeth, or better yet, turn the other cheek, and let things blow on by. Recently, over the last year, the things are more difficult to blow by.

    My question to our Lord is what are YOU trying to teach ME? In your case, was it your ‘failure’ to keep active? Not such a mortal sin my young friend. But not without consequences just the same. In my case, it was my attitude in tolerating barbs thrown out for what ever reason that happened to be going on in my friends life. How much do you take without putting a stop to it? Scripture says 77 x 7. What it says in scripture you can certainly take to the bank.

    So I have learned from her pain a measure of humble, a measure of patience, a measure of granting grace, and many more things that keep popping up.

    Not as earthly painful as a Cortisone shot, but equally painful as learning these lessons from God.

    Well written Sudebaker.


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  2. sudebaker says:

    You did learn a lot. I’m sorry it was so painful. I learned that who I am in Christ does not change, despite others’ opinions/input/bias. I learned to reject the voices that say otherwise. I can’t fix people or make them like me, even with best efforts. I care about people a lot, and I will get hurt. But love is what I need to be about 🙂


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