Things you think of when running

[luckycanuck]

On the run home yesterday whilst flush with endorphiny goodness, for some reason my thoughts turned to a prayer of an unknown Confederate Soldier from the American Civil War.

I asked God for strength, that I might achieve;
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey.

I asked for health, that I might do great things;
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things.

I asked for riches, that I might be happy;
I was given poverty, that I might be wise.

I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men;
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God.

I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life;
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things.

I got nothing that I asked for, but everything I hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered.

I am among all men most richly blessed.

As it happens, I've generally gotten the easier part of each pair in my life.  But from time to time, it's good to be brought down a bit so you can appreciate the other half.  Maybe I've been allowing myself to get complacent or smug.  Having to find a new place to live isn't exactly an affliction, but when the dust settles (and it is) it may serve as a reminder of how good I've got it.

Maps were made today, which will keep me busy with my demographic work.

TW: 10 Parliament hill sets (10 situps, run up the hill, 10 burpees, run down the hill)

Then walk home to walk back tomorrow morning.

Ooooooh Spicks and Specks is on!