Last night we went to a baseball game in Frisco Texas with a group of new friends from church. The stadium was awesome. The sections small enough so a brain foggy woman doesn’t get lost on her way to the bathroom. (An essential element to enjoyment of any activity.)

Although very hot, we sat in the shade as the sun went down over Texas and watched America’s game.

It has been years since I have been to a baseball game where the players were over 4 feet tall. The last time I was in a ballpark was in the late 60’s when I was stuck on the Oakland A’s. Back then it was Vida Blue and Catfish Hunter on the field. And between innings and to hype up the crowd, an organ would play. Charge! and Take me out to the ballgame!

Last night I was mezmerized by the gadgets and entertainment. Instead of placarts across the back of the field was one big digital screen that changed advertisements (animated too!) as the evening rolled along. A large screen TV showed a costumed character, Deuce, doing forward rolls, toddlers racing, horses racing, belly flops in the ballpark pool (!) and people dancing to the Y M C A disco song of the Village People. Music accompanied the players as they stepped up to the plate: Seinfeld’s theme music, current rock, goldie oldies. And with the exciting one home run by the home team, fireworks exploded over the field in applause. It was a glorious sight and a wonderful surprise seeing the bright lights against the dark sky. We won the game.

This was a bunch of good hoopla for an entertaining evening. I had a great time as a spectator.

Some day a bigger fireworks show is coming to celebrate another victory. And on that day, I won’t be a spectator.

“Behold He comes
Riding on the clouds
Shining like the sun
At the trumpet call
Lift your voice
It’s the year of Jubilee
Out of Zion’s hill
Salvation comes.”

Walk On

Back in the spring it dawned on me that I had gathered an additional ten pounds in the past eight years since my hysterectomy. With my 50th birthday looming in the distance, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Well, I took matters into my feet.

I started walking.

I also signed up for a personal trainer at the gym.

I’ve lost the ten pounds and would like to carve another 5 off this tubby tummy. Its not an impossible task as I have found that my new body loves the walking. I’m still not crazy about the workouts with a trainer who hears no excuses, but I do see progress.

I can do 10 sit-ups now where before I could do none. I can lift weights and do pushups. The aches in my back that had become a normal part of my day as I got up and down from my sedatary office chair are gone. My body remembered it had muscles and the money I’ve invested in my health has been worth every penny.

The walking is what has surprised me. Its hot in Texas but I still like to get out there and walk. Where my brain was fizzy from days in front of a computer screen with emails and code to decipher, the walk has been energizing to my foggy brain. I can think, replay, dream and pray as I walk my neighborhood, enjoying the fresh (hot) air as I wave to neighbors.

I think the walking project has been my best personal surprise this year as a renewal of my life.

“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.” Is. 40:30-31