Pure Madness

I managed somehow to convince my body to get out of bed this morning, tired as it was. I put on my jogging attire and stretched a little then went off into the somehow cold morning. The usual noise was there, matatu touts trying to convince people to go with them to their destinations, children waiting for their school vans and buses and some entrepreneurs opening shop. Jeremy Camp was motivating me through his song, Let it Fade on my music player. This music player cost me a bit, and had decided to fall into the toilet bowl yesterday and go into a comma. I went with it to the revival meeting yesterday evening and with lots of prayer and some electronic magic from my friend Mbutts, it regained consciousness and is now working as if nothing ever happened.
I did not go with my inhaler today because I managed perfectly well without it the previous day, and that was the beginning of the end. I hadn't done barely 200 metres when my asthmatic lungs began to signal their discomfort at the pace I was using, so I slowed down a little. I could see my destination in the not so far distance so I didn't want to stop before I got there. I finally got there, but my lungs and thighs were threatening mass action at that point. I would have loved to stretch a bit at that point but I was closer to exhausted collapsing than to a proper stretch, so I just leaned against a shop wall.
I managed to convince myself to return all the way to my flat, but walked half the way and suicidally jogged the rest. I got to my door and did the compulsory stretches before the sit-ups and the eventual shower. I did a little laundering, followed by a well deserved breakfast, which broke the nutritional rules of the program I am under, but that is a minor blip on my journey to success, hehe.
I did my Bible reading and had some prayer time after which I plopped into bed. I was woken up by the hammering noise of the builders working on some unfinished flats on our building, thinking some frustrated teen was banging my door. Coming back, I logged on to the official site of the Barclays English premier league to find that my favorite team was beaten by one of my least favorite teams (for lack of a better term) yesterday.
There is still the revival meeting this evening and I lead the songs even though my throat would rather just feast on ice cream. I need to get the songs ready and the theme is on Healing and on the Baptism of the Holy Spirit so I have my work cut out, but I know I am not alone in this. That, my friends, is the best thing about being a Christian. The human being is never alone, the Christian human being is always with Jesus.