Good Friends

It is amazing to me, the older I get, how many people do not have good friends. I am not really sure why this is. I guess that people just get busy with their own lives and don't think about how important good friends are. Steven and I have both been so blessed to have many good friends. One of those dear friends, for me, is Matha. (No I did not spell her name wrong, that is the way I like to say it) My brother-in-law and her have come to Little Rock for few days to see Steven and I and it has been wonderful!
Last night we went to Goucho's and today I feel 10 lbs heavier, but it was so worth it. Man, I love their bananas! Anyway all that to say, God is awesome for blessing us with friends that love us for who we are and teach us to be more like him.

I am a runner

Well kinda. I guess you can call me a runner because compared most, putting on a tee shirt and running shorts makes you some sort of hard core athlete. On a good week, I run with a friend 3x a week at 6:00 in the morn. Which, by the way, is really cold and up until a couple of weeks ago the sky was pitch black. Yesterday, though, I ran in the morning and then after work. Who's a stud now? When I run, my limit is 2 miles, which is kind of wusy, but I really think that the props are in the effort. This morning's run was sucky. Because I ran 4 miles yesterday, my body was screaming, "Are you crazy? I guess that you forgot you are our of shape and not Martha Kellum". Matha, is what I like to call her. She is a total stud when it comes to running. 5 miles a day? No problem for Matha. Right now I am sitting at my desk, sore, but loving the fact that my body aches because I am doing something good for it.