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A thousand times I've failed, still Your mercy remains 
And should I stumble again, I'm caught in Your grace

Everlasting, Your light will shine when all else fades
Never ending, Your glory goes beyond all fame
And the cry of my heart
Is to bring You praise
From the inside out
Lord, my soul cries out

In my heart and my soul
Lord I give You control
Consume me from the inside out, Lord
Let justice and praise
Become my embrace
To love you from the inside out


 
After a largely sleepless night last night, which time was used after I realized there was no real hope of slumbering away the peaceful hours, to lying there thinking. Then I went to my last Art History Pop Culture class before the final, and did a lot of thinking. Sometimes my classmates seem to enjoy putting forward badly thought out, often narrow-minded comments. It's a form of academic selfishness - marking people's presentations badly when you don't agree with their thesis for instance, being a symptom. They frustrate those of us with a more realistic view of the world sometimes. One bonus is that sometimes the presuppotions are so bad that the class erupts in fantastic conversation about them. I am amused by, and sometimes participate in these moments of collective consciousness.

After class I met my Mom at Place Riel and we went for lunch. There too I pontificated about the various realizations I have had about the nature of truth. Many of the things I said to her may end up in a // post soon. After that we caught a bus back to campus, I went and got my gym stuff and bought some shaving cream and a hairbrush (Someone stole mine! It was the only thing I left out of the locker and someone took it! I'm glad I locked the other stuff up. I like my new hairbrush. It's orange. Really orange.) Then I went to the Exec meeting for a few minutes until we'd covered all the major ground.

After that I went to the gym and worked out. This was a major cardio workout - ten minutes speedwalking, 25 on the elliptical, and 10 minutes on the rowing machine. I've made the decision to use something I've never used before each week in the gym until I've used all the machines and equipment that I can safely use. I've also decided to look up a lot of stretching stuff so I can learn some new ones and make myself a list of things I can do - my stomach and back issues tend to limit the amount of time I can lie on my back for instance. So I need to research stretches so I can enjoy my time at the gym a little more and workout some of my lesser known muscles. I need to dig some of our old Calesthenics tapes out of the garage and see if they still play in that piece of ancient technology I like to call a VCR.

I am that pleasant kind of tired and sore that a person gets after having gone semi-regularly to the gym. (I was there on Friday.) I decided not to weigh myself. I refuse to become obsessive - my only concern is to live a healthy life and remind myself consistently how much I enjoy sports and the gym. People I met at the gym whom I know: Kate and Shelley, Quenton, Roberta who invited me in the first place, and finally Yann Martel (Award winning writer of Life of Pi. He did a doubletake once at me when we were interacting at the machine signup. He must have recognized my face from when I showed him some of my writing when he was Writer in Residence here.)

It was neat to see so many people I knew at the gym. It's the new meeting place.

In approximately 15 minutes I'll be arriving at the Medieval Feast, which is a production of STM, and is usually fantastic. There may be an update on this. I went last year, it was great.
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