Wogging (Week Whenever)

Ok...the emails can stop now. Here's a new post. First, however, I must explain my delay in writing this. (Shuffles feet, stares into space, bites lower lip...ummmmm) You got me! I have no reason, excuse, or explanation. I just got as lazy writing this as I have with EVERYTHING else! I have started a walking/jogging regimen that I do mostly in the mornings because it is SO DANG HOT!!! I actually have gone in the evenings when I get home and was glad I did. This made me realize how much hair I used to carry around on my head. As I was jogging the other night, I felt something drip on my face. I looked around to see if it was raining or if someone was spittin' on me, then I realized what it was...sweat! Because of my chicken-butt hair cut, I don't have as much hair to soak up the sweat. Before, I must have had SPONGEBOB HAIR!

I laugh at myself when I go wogging (walking + jogging), and not just because I think I look funny while doing it. I wog in a cemetery. Actually I wog in two cemeteries that I refer to as "my dad's cemetery" and "my mom's cemetery" (for location purposes ONLY!). "Dad's cemetery" is the one closer to my home where my dad is buried. Many people wog in that cemetery. Even at 5:30 or 6:00 am, at least two or three cars are parked there. I also wog at the cemetery close to my mother's house (aka "mom's cemetery" - isn't that morbid?). It's not as crowded. I go there when I want to be alone or when I don't want to have to "look good" while wogging. You know the times...you just want to carry that pained expression on your face without having to suck it up as you near someone approaching. You want to be able to look like someone just stepped on your hoo-hahs and, yes, it hurt like shut-my-mouth! Those are the times I want to be alone.

So, why do I laugh? The other day while wogging at "my dad's cemetery," I was amused at how many people go to a resting place for dead people to get healthy. Talk about motivation!!! I don't know exactly what is motivating about it. Is it a reminder that I don't want to end up there anytime soon? Is it the thought of "so great a cloud of witnesses" that keeps me going? Or is it some fear that if I stop or slow down some zombie drill sergeant will come out of nowhere demanding that I drop and give him 20? Surely it wouldn't have anything to do with a paved walkway and little traffic! How boring is that!

I think I'll go home and run from the children of the corn. Oh, yes...I have Bible School. Same thing!