What a crazy week. Nonstop work, it seemed. I've really enjoyed being disciplined, and fell crazy in love with my job again. There is joy in all things, no matter how tired you are! I'm so lucky. I topped the week off with an epic hike on Mt. Si with Daniel, and a slightly screwy ankle, but no worries.
Nationals is coming up next month. "Discipline and fun," I tell myself, "Drudgery is the treasure of life. It all happens there. Rejoice!" Everyday this week has been wake at 7am, teach 8am, eat, teach, train, eat, recover, speak French, sleep. I've rarely had time to sit and write in my journal. When these times come, they are so sweet. Refuel, decompress, deeeeep breath. I am blessed with a mighty sense of fulfillment in my work. I smile and jump and laugh while coaching in the gym. It is all play to me. I try not to take anything too seriously. The Lord convicts me in discipline and rewards my playfulness. I love him so much.
On Si this afternoon, I had the most exhilarating experience. It was the feeling of complete and total joy in doing what I was created to do. Running downhill at full speed with no fear. Light as hinds feet were mine as I fell, caught myself and rolled into the next fall. Reaction time was optimal. Step after step I caught myself in a free fall. Losing no energy I rolled into the next free fall. The rain drenched my cotton pants and north face jacket. The last third of the hike had been in slush and ice; I fell a couple times on the descent. Once Daniel and I got past the snow, we hit the gas and sped down. We were sure- footed despite the impending darkness. "He will make your feet like hinds' feet." My heart worshiped as I my feet rebounded, and I dodged roots and mud and rocks in the trail. My fearlessness marked a milestone in my emotional healing since gymnastics. I was not afraid to fall or feel pain. I wanted to do what I had been created to do; I am created for speed. I am created to run after the deer, dodge trees. It was instinctive, it seemed. A beautiful thing to feel my heart follow after my earliest ancestors' athleticism. I am primal.
The past beatings I inflicted upon my body in gymnastics finally got the best of me when I sprained my ankle a mile and a half from the bottom. Damn it. Nothing too bad, it's just a little sore. After five days in a row of clean and jerks and heavy snatch pulls, I guess I was asking for it. My body is spent. I'm thankful for the next two rest days.
The Lord has been generally quiet in my heart, I think because He really wants me to be quiet before him. Sometimes it's nice to just hear his sweet whisper, instead of feeling the burning in my bones.
I have a Harvard admissions interview tomorrow afternoon. Sweet.
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