Welcome, 2017!

Bring on the new beginnings! Starting today. Because yesterday turned out to be a rest day. Which happens when you actually make it to midnight on New Year’s Eve and you’re not in your 20s anymore.

Frankly, folks,  I got so discouraged during the fall, it’s taken me awhile to gather hope for a new year. I’m finally ready to take on 2017.

And so, let’s roll on.

I did the math. I worked out 260 times last year. That’s just over 71% of the year. It seems accurate, considering illnesses and just general weariness.

  • I’d like to push that to 300 or more this year. That averages out to about 6 days a week.

Also, I don’t find I have the time to put into training for half marathons right now. It’s not where I want to spend my precious free time. But I do want to up my annual mileage.

  • I want to run 750 miles this year.

That’s almost how far it would be to travel from Shelton to San Francisco, CA, one of my favorite cities. See?


It’s actually 766 miles away from Shelton’s center, give or take a fraction of a mile. I can track how far I’ve gone as the year progresses. Who knows? Maybe I’ll make it all the way to San Jose.

In other news, I also want to…

  • Read the Bible through in a year. I did a devotional plan with commentary last year. It was alright. Yet I found I didn’t get enough of the Word in me. I’m going after it again this year. I need more wisdom and understanding. I can think of no better place to get it.

While we’re talking about Scripture, an old friend of mine posted on Facebook that she sought the Lord each year for a scripture to meditate on, and another one that would motivate her actions for the year. I loved this idea and decided to jump on it myself. I haven’t gotten the meditation one yet, but I believe the motivational one is this:

A cheerful heart is good medicine,
    but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength. – Proverbs 17:22

  • I want to be someone who brings encouragement and refreshing to those around me. Every day we learn of some fresh horrors. The future can look bleak, especially this time of year with spring so very far off and Christmas a fading memory. This means, of course, that I need to mind how I speak and think. If I complain or join in the gossiping, I’m only bringing the general tone down. I also realize this will take time and effort. I can start again when I mess up.

Yet I still dare to hope
    when I remember this:

 The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
    His mercies never cease.
Great is his faithfulness;
    his mercies begin afresh each morning. – Lamentations 3:21-23

We *can* start again, right where we are. The new year is a great time to do it, but truly, any day of the week will do. What are some of your goals? Do you make resolutions? I would love to hear from you.







Thanksgiving Thoughts



I woke up this morning filled with glee.  I didn’t have to hie myself to work.  I slept in until after 6:00 a.m.  That’s sleeping in for me, people.

I savored my coffee while watching the sun rise.  The bitter cold morning revealed a cloudless sky.  The sky turned sapphire, then pale azure, then golden. It was like being inside an icy jewelry box, with a lone sparkly star as the featured diamond.  My phone told me the outside temperature stood at 21 degrees.

I had to get out in it.  I pulled on my fleece hat and braved the chill.  The tundra landscape sparkled with a hard frost.  The last of the fall leaves crunched like yellow ice cubes underfoot.

As I ran, various smells accosted me.  Some early riser had a turkey roasting.  I smiled.  Then, bacon.  Then some other ambitious soul cooked up a green bean casserole.  I detected the aroma of the beans and its onion topping, getting golden brown in a toasty oven.

My frozen feet propelled me forward. The warm air in my lungs puffed out in front of me.  My hands, clenched from the cold, unfurled as the blood surged through my body and the sunshine hit my face.

I find myself filled with gratitude today.  I’m thankful to God for all the blessings he loads us with on a daily basis.  I’m thankful for family and friends, far and near.  Thank you, dear readers, for your interest.  You inspire me to continue. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.


Ruby came downstairs this morning with a frown on her face. I had already done a 2-mile speed workout on the treadmill, showered and dressed.

“I woke up too early,” she sighed.

You woke up early?! Ahem.

We ate our breakfast of scrambled eggs and half a pizza bagel in front of the gas fireplace. The orange flames warmed our faces.  We chatted about Chloe and school and church.

“We don’t do the song ‘Wake’ anymore.  I miss it,” Ruby said.

I understood that.  It’s catchy. I explained that we cycle through worship songs.  “Wake” kinda had a short shelf life.  It makes a random cameo appearance now and again. But, in the spirit of Tuesday, and back to work and school and responsibilities, I found it on Youtube.com and, well, one thing let to another…

We had an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, flailing around like headless chickens. I can neither confirm nor deny whether twerking took place at 7:23 a.m. this morning. We grinned at each other. Waking up can be fun.