Welcome to day three of the great blog experiment of 2009. So far, so good. I do know that my topic from yesterday still carries on here. Discipline does matter. I have to confess to failing in an area or two in 09 though. No, you can't know what areas that failing affects. Let's just leave room to say that there is time to improve. I am still exercising regularly. The weather took me inside the last two days. Even I do not feel the need to run/walk 3 miles in the rain. Luckily, I can get into the gym at school to jump rope and lift weights.

This is a good place to state publically why exercise matters to me. There is no way when I graduated from high school that I could imagine exercising this much at the age of 47. I walked out after receiving my diploma weighing a hefty 165 pounds. Two years later my weight ballooned up to 185 pounds. Needless to say is that I am a late bloomer. The summer I spent in Georgia in 1982 left me weighing well over 200 pounds. If it dies, it fries in the deep South. By my mid 20's I was hit and miss on working out. Most of it was miss than hit. In 1991 we moved to Louisiana and I joined a health club. Somewhere there is a photo of my newborn daughter and me standing on a treadmill. When we moved to Naples I started running with our local undertaker. Yes, he nearly killed me. Since 1991, exercise is part of my life. It is not just to control weight or gravity. I do it because I am aware of my family history as far as medical issues go. I know what the prospects are for high blood pressure and the sort. I also do it because of my autistic son. I want to be as healthy as possible for as long as possible for him. Another reason for exercise is financial. Since I probably will never make a six figure salary it seems logical to work for as long as possible.

Some may say that I am addicted to exercise. That is entirely possible. I am not crazy about the aches and pains that become more a part of life with aging. But I do like knowing that I can sneak an extra dessert at the church dinner. It is exercise that allows me to get out and think, pray and reflect while going round and round on the track. Sometimes the Lord gives me some good information while gasping for oxygen. My body may be a temple but I am not ready yet for it to have renovation. In the end, my newest discovery is that the discipline of exercise can lead to discipline in other parts of life. Like blogging!

Bro. Trey