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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Exercising is dangerous!

We have started exercising... AGAIN.

No ~really. This time we are going to keep it up. (Stop laughing, please)

We have to get up at 5:15 so we can start walking at 5:30. What were we doing all summer while Wes was off? We had allllllllll day to walk but somehow never found time. Now we only have 30 minutes to fit it in and we do it! We seem to always go about things the hard way.

This got me thinking... Why do we sometimes take the rocky, overgrown path when God's path is so much easier? He tries to guide us down the well-traveled road but sometimes we insist on plowing through the overgrown trail. We stumble around blindly~ twisting our ankles and hacking at all the weeds trying to figure out which way to go!

Wow, that was deep.

Anyway~ Back to the walk.

Since we live in the country we have no street lights. It's an ideal situation for star gazing but not for trying to see rabid raccoons in the woods.

There we are ~walking along our road, enjoying the peaceful quiet of the country when all of a sudden we hear a dog barking. Not in the distance, this was like 5 feet in front of us. This was a warning bark. A don't-come-any-closer bark. This dog is obviously not a "morning dog" because he was quite grumpy when we woke him up. He was barking, charging and SNARLING at us. I could hear his teeth snapping together.

He kept running off and then charging at us again.

The problem was ~ We couldn't see him. It was pitch black outside. All we could see was a flash of white as he was running around us.

I was scared to death. Wes told me to remain calm.

I thought, "WHAT? STAY CALM? Like you CHOOSE to panic. Help me, Lord, I want to lose weight but not by having my leg chewed off!"

Wes, my knight in shining armor, broke a stick trying to defend us. He was ready to fight. He was scanning and assessing the situation. He was like a matador ready to fight the bull. All those years of watching "I Survived" had finally paid off!

I, on the other hand, was no help. I was too busy holding onto Wes' shirt and looking around for a tree to climb. I think at one moment, in an act of total self-preservation, I may or may not have pushed Wes toward the attacking dog.

Ok, who am I kidding here. Like I could climb a tree. But in my defense, I have heard of mothers lifting cars off their children in emergency situations. Adrenalin is a powerful thing. So maybe... hopefully...

The dog clearly realized that Wes could take him because he ran off in FEAR! I am sure the other neighborhood dogs will never let him live this one down. What a wimp!

Against my better judgment, we continued our walk. I am sure all the wild animals hiding in the woods could smell my fear. We finally made it back home after 30 very long dark minutes.

We survived AND we still have all of our appendages. Wes' back is a little scratched up but that will heal.

Wes is planning on bringing the BB gun tomorrow.

I might sleep in. I have decided that exercise could be dangerous to my safety and well-being!

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