Pals

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So day whatever-it-is-plus-two. Actually plus three since it's after midnight!!
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I did run a bit today. Karen ran 10 miles, then a separate 8!! Marathon training. I ran 1.5 then a separate 1.5. Or so. Dog-jogging. That is, jogging with my dogs the last 1.5. Um...honesty break... one of my dogs is dysplastic and really can't run. So that's just pathetic. Thank goodness it isn't a competition. (but wait...isn't everything a competition??? Maybe tomorrow I can get a nice long run in..... maybe. I'm sure her tomorrow run will be shorter...wait, she will take tomorrow off...I can win!! Hooray!)

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I added a few (very few) push-ups. Maybe they count?

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I got a lovely letter today from my pen pal...snail mail is wonderful, especially a long chatty letter about nothing, a letter that's just full of fun. It's decadent. Everyone needs a pen pal. I highly recommend it. It is quite therapeutic, anyway, to be able to speak freely to someone you aren't likely to see in person anytime soon...an e-mail friend will accomplish the same thing and gives the same comforting feeling. But an actual package... a letter which you hold in your hand, and feel the crinkle of the paper...a page you know the other person was looking at and deliberating over and writing on... it's just plain fun. Even the phrase "pen pal" is fun. Who doesn't want a pal?? Very "Our Gang"-esque. It's rather Little-Rascals-sweet. Thanks, Pen Pal, for being a good sport. :) And E-mail Pal, you are falling down on the job, now when I need you most!! Wedding stress, remember??? Where are you?

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So, tomorrow's goals...

1) don't blow a gasket. Very important. I need all of my gaskets in proper working order.

2) read my Bible

3) exercise

4) eat right. and less (oh, I just HATE that one. I really do)

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Have you ever looked at Life as a Game?...it is a Game we did not ask to play, but one in which we participate anyway. It is a Game in which we did not know we were choosing sides, or being chosen, yet we have partners and teammates. It is a Game in which no one actually comes out ahead at the end...and IS there an end? The Game keeps going after we drop out. I have tried to imagine what the rules might say if they were written down, or what the goal would be. If I look at it not as a religious lesson, I think the goal is to enjoy the experience of the Game, and appreciate it, and to help others do the same. Instead of trying to be the "winner", I think we are supposed to help everyone else find some pleasure in the Game. If I examine it in a more religious sense I come out with the same answer, except I would add to the goal pleasing God, the Game designer, through our manner of enjoying and appreciating the Game.

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But maybe Pooh said it best, in his ultimate, never out-thought wisdom, when he said that he didn't suppose he was right. And his idea that when "you Think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open and has other people looking at it." That may be the case here. As it seems less Thingish to me now that you are looking at it.

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I stand by the idea of making the Game fun for others, though. Even Pooh agrees with that part.

"A little Consideration, a little Thought for Others, makes all the difference."