Thirsty

This past summer, I moved out of the big windy city and into the college town. One of the things I gave up was the running scene... I really miss it. I'm still in contact with various friends I ran with, and there is no shortage of temptations to return for races. My somewhat radical lifestyle change included squeezing my running kind've out of the picture to make room for new relationships and more work in other areas. I haven't done nearly as much as I was doing in Chicago.. I think I ran in about 20 races over the two and a half years I was there, with countless training and fun runs with friends and larger groups. It was a blast, and a fitness challenge. Chuck keeps goading me though. Reminding me. Taunting me. This weekend I snagged a new pair of shoes so that I don't have any more excuses. There has been sporadic talk amongst folks around here, about going out for the Sunburst Races , on Saturday, June 2. That's a mere 3 months away, but depending o

This morning I sat down with the guys from 9of.us to make a list of all the people in the PoP that we know about who have blogs. A post that Jeremy wrote up about it can be found here: People of Praise blogs . I just met Rus this summer, and he's living in Indy now with a couple other guys, Nick & John, but after clicking through that list to his blog, I found a full circle connection. He posted a letter by Mary Gaffney , whom I haven't exactly met yet, but whose brother Pete I just lived with for 6 months. To know him is almost to know her, they sound similarly passionate. He recently moved in with his aunt, but at the time of Mary's accident, he was still living with us, and we were kept abreast of the news, and thus an opportunity for us to join in prayer. Which makes her story all the more relevant! But I had no idea of the details behind the situation until I read her letter. It's incredible, and it's an incredible witness.. The driver of the c