


And then there is Woodrow. This dog is so stubborn. He is the brains out of the pair and there isn’t a trick he can’t learn, but he does it only out of respect. He use to test me the first year of his life, never really giving up that dominance….. but now he is so tender and gentle with me. I think he thinks he is my parent (=
This weekend it wasn’t so dang hot out so I didn’t have to wait till it was dark to take the pups for their walk. We walked for a mile and half and then we starting running. We were about a mile in when Brutice started getting distracted and started sniffing everything we came in contact with. I had to really get his focus back on the run so I was cheering him on and trying to get him to follow me and his brother. About 10 minutes of him being back in the groove I started to get tired and was moving pretty slow. Then Brutice started bumping his head on my keister. I have to admit that made me pick up my pace just a bit, and the minute I started to slack Brutice just kept bumping me. I realized at that point he was helping me, as I was helping him!
Once getting back home I felt so pumped that the running came way easier to me, I wanted to keep going. I got on my treadmill and at first it was a breeze but about 25 minutes in I started to feel tired and I really was feeling my weight. I had a moment I wanted to quit because I felt pain. Not pain due to an injury but just having to move. I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself to suck it up. This little bit of discomfort isn’t anything to what I feel day in and day out emotionally and physically when I deal with my weight. This is where I have to start! Yeah, so I can’t run 4 miles yet on a daily….. but I will. We all have to start somewhere.
At my bible study this weekend I learned a new Greek word. The work is Nikao, which means Over Comer. I am learning so much from this Beth Moore Bible study but this week when she talked about us being over comers, it really spoke volumes to me. One statement she made was, “To prove ourselves as over comers, we have to go through something to overcome.” Hello………. This battle that I am currently in, is something that I need to overcome and I now know that I AM MEANT TO OVERCOME IT!
Another reference Beth had mentioned made me giggle….. she said that she has a grandson and when he was around two years of age he would run around a put his fist in the air and yell “I am a winner”. She said no matter what he did, he was yelling this. One time he got on the bathroom scale and just declared that he was a winner. What a concept folks! Even if we do not feel like winners at all times we need to confess that we are, and strive to be over comers!
