Today I got to run through the woods and then crawl through a cold, muddy stream on my belly. With muddy boots I went over a pond on a log and climbed up a ledge on a cargo net. I squiggled on my belly through tires down a muddy hill, then stood and walked up to my ankles into a muddy pool. After the third step I sunk to my belly.
It gave me that kind of grin that hurts for being so darned big.
Which was a good contrast to yesterday. Yesterday I woke up and I didn't want to do anything. I didn't want to wake up. I didn't want to clean. I didn't want to feed children. I didn't even want to run. I just didn't. It made me a little nervous.
"Please don't stay long feeling," I said to it as I went throughout my day. Because the feeling definitely was something that wasn't really, really a part of me. It was a parasite whose claws I wanted so badly to peel off of my skin.
I felt glad and suprised this morning when I woke up and found that my parasite had already skittered away. I ran five happy miles. I went and did a confidence course with some other wives from Spouse-the-Relaxed-Through-My-Freak-Out-Because-I-Have-a-Parasite's work. I came home and played with my kids outside. And I felt newly, freshly, truly grateful for the privilege of a parasite-less day.
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