I went to the IMA (our school gym / exercise facility) with a classmate for the first time yesterday. (Elite, are you proud of me? Are you walking with Joy these days?) My dad always reminds me that I need to be doing some sort of physical exercise... but I always think of that verse where Paul the apostle says physical training is of some value, but spiritual training far more so. So I generally excuse myself of physical training, after all, I barely have time to do the spiritual!

However, I'm quite enamored by the strict discipline in the life of an athlete. I keep thinking about Eric Liddell in Chariots of Fire. "When I run, I feel the pleasure of God" or something to that effect. Also, I'm starting to realize that I'm not a teenager anymore. Sitting around will definitely make my flabby. And the whole endorphins thing has some validity to it. Except waking up super-early negates it, in my opinion.

The major (I don't mind the minor) soreness kinda stinks though - today I've had a painful time walking, particularly downhill.