February 27, 2010
Fort Worth, Texas
I will be participating in the full marathon this year. I am asking for donations by the mile. The duration of my race will be 26.2 miles. As little as one quarter a mile will make a difference! The charity I have chosen to support is listed below and is a cause I am very passionate about contributing to. If you choose to participate in donating, just let me know your amount for a per-mile-pledge, and I will set you up! Thank you in advance!
Here is the link to the website for all of the event details:
http://www.cowtownmarathon.org/default.aspx
It is a fun event and I encourage you to come out and watch or even participate!
(Shorter and longer courses are available.)
ALL PROCEEDS WILL BENEFIT:
http://www.campconquer.org/
Friday, January 15, 2010
clean on the outside cream on the inside ice cream paint job: 2010 thus far.
Greeted New Years morning by hugging a toilet. It did not hug back. Drank lots of sprite. Drank lots of water. Took my pulse. Took in a movie. Took over Breckenridge. Went skiing. Lost my toenail. Went night skiing. Lost my balance. Drank free hot chocolate from the Crepe Cart! Met up with an old friend over an exquisite plate of mango pepper chicken. Drove in the snow. And of course by drove, I mean slid. Ate biscuits and gravy with mom and dad. Said my farewell to Matty. Went to Chili’s. Watched Masen dehydrate. Said farewell to Masen. Sat in the Denver airport for four hours. Drank lots of coffee. Wrote lots of words. Flight got delayed. Should have sprung that extra forty dollars for an earlier flight. Sat in the Denver airport for two more hours. Drank more coffee. Wrote more words. My Caribou Coffee cup told me, “Life is short. Stay awake for it.” Kind of made me want to throw my cup up against the wall. You stay awake in the Denver airport for six hours Caribou Coffee! I hereby vow my loyalty to Starbucks. Went to McDonalds. My quarter pounder with cheese and I fell down in front McDonalds. The Denver airport applauded our skills. “Penny and ‘quarter pounder’ take a bow.”
Arrived back in the Big D. Took Runner out to pee. Spent the day with my Farmbot. Went to my first bowling tournament. Observed lots of strange people. Gave lots of high fives. Slowly scooted away from old, crazy lady whom was carrying on a conversation with herself. Went to BJ’s. Ate a cookies and cream pazookie! Fell in love with my friend’s ex-boyfriends little brother. Found out he had a girlfriend. Fell out of love. Picked up Runner’s poop. Returned to work after two week vacation. Met Linda for bible study at Starbucks. Wore matching sweater vests. Fact. Took Runner out to pee. Attended regular therapy session at Bueno with Rye-Rye and Lindabugg. For the first time ever I was not the teacher, I was the student. Launched operation fall out...again. Picked up Runner’s poop. Watched the Cowboys win their first play-off game in years. Finally got that monkey off their back…JS. Took Runner out to pee. Went to church, cleaned the loft. Realized I had eaten at Bueno, Whataburger, Taco Cabana, and Starbucks in no more than two days…thought about becoming bulimic…went for a run instead. Cowtown, there’s a storm a coming, and it goes by the name PBaker. Picked up Runner’s poop.
Monday morning-back to work-overslept-looked awesome. Hosted gamenight. Jeremy there informed us that Russia has water, and he sang us the Mickey Mouse Club song. Reaffirmed how very Asian Linda is. Said goodbye to my dear Geno friend…again. Took Runner out to pee. Trusted Deuteronomy 29:29. Went to Starbucks. Said, “Hi” to Micah.” He said, “Hi Penny.” Which I am pretty sure is code for, “I love you.” Hot baristas are in excess. I think they are multiplying… Picked up Runner’s poop. Received a card from Schauna aka Master Chief. We shall storm Valhalla united in the very near future MC! Took Runner out to pee. Slightly concerned by the un-eventfulness of my new year…Realized the beginning of 2010 is freakishly alike in comparison to 2009. Cuddled up with Runner and a good book on the couch.
I love my life.
Arrived back in the Big D. Took Runner out to pee. Spent the day with my Farmbot. Went to my first bowling tournament. Observed lots of strange people. Gave lots of high fives. Slowly scooted away from old, crazy lady whom was carrying on a conversation with herself. Went to BJ’s. Ate a cookies and cream pazookie! Fell in love with my friend’s ex-boyfriends little brother. Found out he had a girlfriend. Fell out of love. Picked up Runner’s poop. Returned to work after two week vacation. Met Linda for bible study at Starbucks. Wore matching sweater vests. Fact. Took Runner out to pee. Attended regular therapy session at Bueno with Rye-Rye and Lindabugg. For the first time ever I was not the teacher, I was the student. Launched operation fall out...again. Picked up Runner’s poop. Watched the Cowboys win their first play-off game in years. Finally got that monkey off their back…JS. Took Runner out to pee. Went to church, cleaned the loft. Realized I had eaten at Bueno, Whataburger, Taco Cabana, and Starbucks in no more than two days…thought about becoming bulimic…went for a run instead. Cowtown, there’s a storm a coming, and it goes by the name PBaker. Picked up Runner’s poop.
Monday morning-back to work-overslept-looked awesome. Hosted gamenight. Jeremy there informed us that Russia has water, and he sang us the Mickey Mouse Club song. Reaffirmed how very Asian Linda is. Said goodbye to my dear Geno friend…again. Took Runner out to pee. Trusted Deuteronomy 29:29. Went to Starbucks. Said, “Hi” to Micah.” He said, “Hi Penny.” Which I am pretty sure is code for, “I love you.” Hot baristas are in excess. I think they are multiplying… Picked up Runner’s poop. Received a card from Schauna aka Master Chief. We shall storm Valhalla united in the very near future MC! Took Runner out to pee. Slightly concerned by the un-eventfulness of my new year…Realized the beginning of 2010 is freakishly alike in comparison to 2009. Cuddled up with Runner and a good book on the couch.
I love my life.
Friday, January 8, 2010
It Takes Time to Extract Joy from Life
Ingredient 3
In medicine, hematuria is the presence of red blood cells in the urine. March hematuria occurs when blood is seen in the urine after strenuous exercise, particularly affecting the feet such as running on a hard road for an extended period of time. The repetitive nature of this type of activity causes mechanical trauma to the red blood cells causing them to break open and release hemoglobin into the surrounding fluid. Free hemoglobin released from red blood cells is filtered into the urine. In laymen’s terms, I went for a long run this weekend. Afterwards I went pee and there was blood in my urine. It was either because the constant vibrations initiated by my feet striking the ground put stress on my kidney, actually causing it to leak blood into my bladder. OR I was slightly dehydrated causing the walls of my bladder to rub together and excrete blood. So what gives with the slightly disturbing biology lesson?
It’s pretty sickening, but in a way quite remarkable. We have the uncanny ability to be so determined to accomplish an undertaking regardless the undesirable effects. In part two of this series I talked about the art of racing in the rain. I liken this act of passionate running to the (effortless) “art” of hopelessly chasing the wind.
I spent Thanksgiving week alone this year.
Day three of solitude and only two more days to go. I have caught myself in deep conversation with the cat, routinely checking my phone for messages, and observing dust particles as they float. I feel that I have matured by at least ten years over these past few days. Spend a few days alone and soul searching will surely endure. My time of solitude landing my heart in a much needed position of studying the book of Ecclesiastes. Ecclesiastes addresses the inevitable human activity of chasing after that which is untamable. Often I feel that I have life set on its course only to find myself knocked backwards by a sucker punch. And it is usually when I am in pursuit of something fruitless… Whether in quest of power, relationship, money, work, pleasure, wisdom, spirituality, or even immortality, our searching or wind chasing is forever futile. It leaves us with a lingering sensation of emptiness and wanting. Chasing after these untamable things always results in this feeling. Even when I am sly enough to capture and maintain one or two of these prestigious idols, I always want more and will always want more.
The Greek translation of the book Ecclesiastes emphatically proclaims all the actions of man to be inherently "vain", "futile", "empty", "meaningless", "temporary", "transitory", or "fleeting," depending on translation. We assume God will take care of those who pursue him. I don’t find this to be the case. We were all designed with desire in mind. I don’t know about you, but this soul is tired of chasing. I believe in God, I believe in His promises. But instead of trusting God for those promises many times I find myself manipulating situations, people, or circumstances to push those promises into reality before their readied time, instead of just trusting. Which I believe, the act of trusting, is what God fully desires from us. Not to say we should just sit back and expect good things to happen, but there is a boundary between manipulating our lives and being a responsible steward. “In moments we are reminded that we have no control over our world. What we can control however is our willingness to seek God in the midst of seeming chaos. We can affirm that life is not tamable but it is purposeful. Strength is found in weakness. Control is found in dependency. Power is found in surrender. Give up the fight to control that which we cannot.” Dan B. Allender
Ecclesiastes 8:16-17 says, “When I determined to load up on wisdom and examine everything taking place on earth, I realized that if you keep your eyes open day and night without even blinking, you'll still never figure out the meaning of what God is doing on this earth. Search as hard as you like, you're not going to make sense of it. No matter how smart you are, you won't get to the bottom of it.” Are you frustrated to the core? Whether you believe in a higher being or not, you are probably doing some chasing yourself and can relate. I have resolved that if I am going to chase after something, I will chase after those who need chasing. There are so many opportunities to love. It takes time to learn. To extract. To share. I beg of you, don’t catch yourself with nothing to show for in this life but a bladder full of blood. It’s just gross, and not worth the effort. I am choosing now to be a chaser of God residing above the sun. And maybe for once, I will try letting something or someone chase me.
Wedding dress by Derek Webb.
If you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all I’d ever need
or is there more I’m looking for
and should I read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich, and wise
Is that really what you want
I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle
and I run down the aisle
I’m a prodigal with no way home
but I put you on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you
So could you love this bastard child
Though I don’t trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side
I am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers so less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood
Because money cannot buy
a husbands jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife
*For further reading on this topic I highly suggest, Breaking the Idols of Your Heart: How to Navigate the Temptations of Life by Dan B. Allender.
In medicine, hematuria is the presence of red blood cells in the urine. March hematuria occurs when blood is seen in the urine after strenuous exercise, particularly affecting the feet such as running on a hard road for an extended period of time. The repetitive nature of this type of activity causes mechanical trauma to the red blood cells causing them to break open and release hemoglobin into the surrounding fluid. Free hemoglobin released from red blood cells is filtered into the urine. In laymen’s terms, I went for a long run this weekend. Afterwards I went pee and there was blood in my urine. It was either because the constant vibrations initiated by my feet striking the ground put stress on my kidney, actually causing it to leak blood into my bladder. OR I was slightly dehydrated causing the walls of my bladder to rub together and excrete blood. So what gives with the slightly disturbing biology lesson?
It’s pretty sickening, but in a way quite remarkable. We have the uncanny ability to be so determined to accomplish an undertaking regardless the undesirable effects. In part two of this series I talked about the art of racing in the rain. I liken this act of passionate running to the (effortless) “art” of hopelessly chasing the wind.
I spent Thanksgiving week alone this year.
Day three of solitude and only two more days to go. I have caught myself in deep conversation with the cat, routinely checking my phone for messages, and observing dust particles as they float. I feel that I have matured by at least ten years over these past few days. Spend a few days alone and soul searching will surely endure. My time of solitude landing my heart in a much needed position of studying the book of Ecclesiastes. Ecclesiastes addresses the inevitable human activity of chasing after that which is untamable. Often I feel that I have life set on its course only to find myself knocked backwards by a sucker punch. And it is usually when I am in pursuit of something fruitless… Whether in quest of power, relationship, money, work, pleasure, wisdom, spirituality, or even immortality, our searching or wind chasing is forever futile. It leaves us with a lingering sensation of emptiness and wanting. Chasing after these untamable things always results in this feeling. Even when I am sly enough to capture and maintain one or two of these prestigious idols, I always want more and will always want more.
The Greek translation of the book Ecclesiastes emphatically proclaims all the actions of man to be inherently "vain", "futile", "empty", "meaningless", "temporary", "transitory", or "fleeting," depending on translation. We assume God will take care of those who pursue him. I don’t find this to be the case. We were all designed with desire in mind. I don’t know about you, but this soul is tired of chasing. I believe in God, I believe in His promises. But instead of trusting God for those promises many times I find myself manipulating situations, people, or circumstances to push those promises into reality before their readied time, instead of just trusting. Which I believe, the act of trusting, is what God fully desires from us. Not to say we should just sit back and expect good things to happen, but there is a boundary between manipulating our lives and being a responsible steward. “In moments we are reminded that we have no control over our world. What we can control however is our willingness to seek God in the midst of seeming chaos. We can affirm that life is not tamable but it is purposeful. Strength is found in weakness. Control is found in dependency. Power is found in surrender. Give up the fight to control that which we cannot.” Dan B. Allender
Ecclesiastes 8:16-17 says, “When I determined to load up on wisdom and examine everything taking place on earth, I realized that if you keep your eyes open day and night without even blinking, you'll still never figure out the meaning of what God is doing on this earth. Search as hard as you like, you're not going to make sense of it. No matter how smart you are, you won't get to the bottom of it.” Are you frustrated to the core? Whether you believe in a higher being or not, you are probably doing some chasing yourself and can relate. I have resolved that if I am going to chase after something, I will chase after those who need chasing. There are so many opportunities to love. It takes time to learn. To extract. To share. I beg of you, don’t catch yourself with nothing to show for in this life but a bladder full of blood. It’s just gross, and not worth the effort. I am choosing now to be a chaser of God residing above the sun. And maybe for once, I will try letting something or someone chase me.
Wedding dress by Derek Webb.
If you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all I’d ever need
or is there more I’m looking for
and should I read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich, and wise
Is that really what you want
I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
and I run down the aisle
and I run down the aisle
I’m a prodigal with no way home
but I put you on just like a ring of gold
and I run down the aisle to you
So could you love this bastard child
Though I don’t trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side
I am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers so less wild
That I would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood
Because money cannot buy
a husbands jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife
*For further reading on this topic I highly suggest, Breaking the Idols of Your Heart: How to Navigate the Temptations of Life by Dan B. Allender.
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