Just walked in the door from my Tuesday morning rendezvous with my new 15 crazy friends. We gathered in the parking lot of a local school to run, do push-up, crunches and more.

You can read my previous post titled Some Days You Feel Like A Counselee for a quick summary of my new, temporary (praise God) hobby.

This morning I cheated several times. I couldn’t do all the push-ups and squats and star clusters. I would say that I “felt like a woman” but the 13 women in the class didn’t seem to have a problem doing it. Actually I was the only one who was super-really struggling.

At 4:30 this morning in South Carolina it was 38 degrees and I was taking clothes off.

As I was leaving at 6:15 a lady walked up to my van  and tapped on the window. I let it down and she said, “I just want to tell you that you are kicking %$#. And your color looks a lot better today.” 

I’ll take that as encouragement. That is not how we do it in counseling, but after an hour of rolling around in the wet dirt and grass and asphalt, I’ll take whatever encouragement I can get.

I’m trying real hard not to quit this six-week suicide course. But it’s really challenging my tired, habituated and old body. I think it is affecting me as much mentally as physically.

For all my friends I get to serve through counseling, a big shout-out for you! Don’t give up.

Thanks for persevering!