I have always considered myself an active person. Up until college I played team sports incessantly (soccer, baseball, basketball . . . mostly soccer). In college I continued my love for sports through intramural flag football, soccer, ultimate frisbee, and softball, but I also added to it. I was introduced to the world of the outdoors - particularly backpacking. During those four years I logged well over 1000 miles hiking through woods and over mountains in at least seven states. The summer after college I summitted a dozen 14ers in Colorado, and over the next year I had various active excursions literally all over the globe as I traveled overseas with a couple friends. Like I said, I'm an active person.

BUT, here in Rapid City I was dishing out $42.50/month for a YMCA membership that I virtually never used. Even though I only lived four blocks from the gym, I just couldn't get it into my life routine. I dropped my membership when I moved to an apartment complex with a workout room. Now I would only have to walk 100 yards and I'd be in business. And yet almost two months into living here I had only worked out once. That's pretty disheartening.

Yeah, I've played some basketball or softball here and there. I've gone skiing and enjoyed a handful of hikes in the Black Hills. But all in all I would be stretching things to say that I've been an active person. Which is truly sad because this area has so much to offer!

So if you take my thoughts from Part 1 (I have a track record of being horrible at getting up in the morning) and intermesh them with this installment (over the last two years I have struggled to exercise consistently), you'll see that I haven't exactly been the posterboy for self-discipline or vibrant living. And this is where I found myself last week. Oh how things have changed . . .

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Unless I had an appointment on the calendar, I would be hard pressed to get anything accomplished before 10am last year. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t lazy. I just opted for late hours rather than early hours. It was natural, it was easy. My body rhythms would keep me running late into the night which in turn led to needing some sleep well into the morning. But I wasn’t content. The clock showed noon and I felt as though I’d just gotten the day going. Have you experienced that? I hated that feeling! It was the feeling of irresponsibility and underachievement. So then I would try to make up for it and get a bunch done after hours. The cycle perpetuated itself. It was ugly . . .

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"One does not learn to be a Christian, but rather, one engages in the process of becoming one."
--- Peter Rollins, How (Not) to Speak of God

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