Miracles still happen

I think I’ve stopped using the word “hate” altogether. It’s just so strong and negative a term. Then again, it is quite an apt term when you think of hypocrisy, or pride. This morning, it occurred to me that the word “hate” is also perfectly appropriate in expressing my sentiments when it comes to the sound of my alarm clock at 4:50am.

The last couple of days I’ve been asking God to help me get up in the mornings so that I can go to gym before work. A silly request you may think, but take a moment to consider the implications. 

In general, there are probably a million reasons why one shouldn’t go to gym at 5:00 in the morning (or anytime before 10am). It’s possible that I’ve considered them all. The problem is, they lack substance and there always seems to be an alternative whenever you think you’ve just landed the perfect excuse. (It only takes a few seconds for the alternative to ruin the joy of the excuse.) And still, every morning, I go through all the possible reasons in trying to justify more duvet time. It’s like a full-blown war in my mind, with both parties strong and amped – one never knows who’s going to win. That duvet is relentless. 

What's more, Sunday night (21 June) was the longest night, with Monday being the shortest day, which means it’s still dark outside when you drive back home from gym. As if you’ve been for a workout in the night! Literally cutting your sleep short with at least one or two hours so that you can go and burn some kilojoules. In the night. Like a night shift. But you’re a day worker – office hours. It just seems wrong. 

Anyway, it gets worse. If you happen to live in Cape Town you would have noticed the demented gale force winds, splotches of violent rain, raging ocean with fuming waves ferociously gushing against the promenade? I think the weather report: “Showers (60%) with the wind a strong north-westerly”, simply just doesn’t do it justice. I think it should’ve rather said something like: “Warning: ANGRY storm! Do not leave home. Do not go to the office. Repeat: do NOT go to the office!” 

Hence, you will agree that my request to the Most High wasn’t so daft after all. Divine intervention was needed. Well, I can report that miracles still happen. I was at gym this morning! Duvet was as devious as ever; told it to get behind me satan!; got my trainers on; found my dad’s north pole jacket; braved the arctic weather; said hello to the three other people at the gym; hopped onto the treadmill and annihilated those infuriating kilojoules!!! 

My God can do anything...

Hope you have a great day!