Nothing is ever perfect. Or is it? When I was a kid the one time I can recall getting my mom really angry with me was the time I told her that she was perfect. (Knowing me at that age, I am sure I said it in a not very complimentary tone of voice.) Wow. She flew off the handle. "Jana Elaine, no one is ever perfect!" Yikes. So true. Does that mean nothing else is either?
Yesterday was close to perfect. I slept until 9:30. My day was laundry, reading the paper on the couch, writing a blog, petting my pooch (often), an easy paced 15 miler, and dinner at a friend's house. Almost perfect!.... until the runners gut hit me hard at about
10PM and kept me up a lot of the night. Lying there I worried about my health and the inability of the doctors to ever put a name to when it gets this bad. Exercise induced Colitis and internal hemorrhoids have been thrown around. Ugh! I guess I should make an appointment to go in and have them not know again. This has been a problem since I was in my teens, so I guess I won't die tomorrow. I probably shouldn't run tomorrow either. It has been hard to keep myself from going today as the conditions for running are PERFECT with sunshine and a cool breeze...
So, life is not perfect. Heaven will be some day. I will run and run and run with no fear of the runners gut.
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