My morning ritual consists of the following steps. 1. Wake up
2. Coffee and time with Jesus
4. Check my email and social media things
5. Get dressed and go to the gym
Step five is where we are going to camp out today. Maybe not camp, because I don't like camping or outdoorsy type things. Hang out, yeah, we are hanging out on step five today.
When I go to the gym I don't want anyone to bother me. In fact, I hate when people try to talk to me when I have my headphones in. I'm trying to focus on doing important gym things, like getting stronger, getting better, and training for a 10K.
Today was no different. I did a quick 20 minute cardio training, because Monday is my short cardio day. But Monday is also arms day. Blech. No one likes arms day. It's miserable. I much prefer leg day, because can we be real here for a second, I got a major girl crush on Carrie Underwood and I want legs like hers. She's my gym-spiration, and yes I made that word up just now.
I digress. As I was doing my cardio on the bike, there was an older gentleman a few bikes down who kept watching me. I thought it was kind of creepy, but that's what you get when you go to the gym right, creepy old dudes watching young ladies do what they do. I continued on my journey to nowhere, and after 20 minutes and 4.5 miles it was time to lift.
I went about my business. As I was walking from one area to another, the same older guy said something to me, which I didn't understand because I had my headphones in. But I was polite took out one ear-bud to listen to what this man had to say.
I am so glad I stopped to take out my headphones for a few moments to talk to this person. He asked me what kind of music I was listening too, which I responded it was mainly Christian music, like Hillsong UNITED or Hillsong Young & Free. He said that while we were on the bike he knew I was a Christian because he saw me worshiping. I asked him where he went to church and he said it was a small church in the next town over from where I live, and asked if I had ever heard a specific song. I said I had not, but I don't listen to a lot of Christian radio because I think it's tacky. (That's a topic for another day) As he asked how old I was I said without hesitation my age, and the name of the church I attend. I also got to share a little bit of my story of going to Wales a month ago, and a year ago. He then shared about his wife going on a mission trip to Belize.
It was a wonderful conversation that I would have missed if I was had stuck with my original plan to not talk to anyone at the gym, do what I went there to do, and leave. But God had a different plan for me this morning. As I walked away from this man, whose name I do not know, I felt so full knowing that this was the conversation I was intended to have today.
Currently listening too: Sinking Deep by Hillsong Young & Free