How happy is the man who takes refuge in Him!
|Yep, that pretty much sums it up.|
Then I spent all of Sunday in bed. I don't know if it was the Chick-fil-A in Waco, the chips I nibbled at the memorial service, the Chili's in Mesquite, or the Frosty I grabbed on my way home, but something was contaminated with gluten. Meh.
Thankfully, though I still felt rather crummy when I woke up this morning, I recovered quickly. It was non-stop action from the time my feet hit the floor until about an hour ago, when dinner was over and I was able to sit down and relax.
I wish I had something more profound to talk about, but... well, I just don't.
I will say that it's amazing how quickly you can lose fitness abilities when you aren't working out consistently. I was very spotty in going to the gym all during our Christmas break. I went from being able to pretty easily run/walk 3.1 miles before the break to barely making it to 2 miles before feeling like I was going to puke today.
Not cool, man. Not cool.