Seven, siete, sept, seitsemän, sieben, سبعة, седем,

I'M ALIVE!

If you didn't pick up on it, the title is the word "seven" in seven different languages. That way, everyone in the world reading my blog will know that I completed seven miles. My left knee cap is barely hanging on and there's a bubble of puss on the arch of my right foot that is nearing eruption, but I'm still among the living.

I started off dreading the run and spent the first 2 miles wishing I was anywhere else- an opera, driver's Ed class, Yoga at the Y (well, that's debatable)- but I had to accept that for the next hour I was running... behind Kristen.

My goals for the run were to

1. Finish

2. Not lose sight of my little perky partner. At points she was just a little perky dot, but I never lost visual contact.

At mile 5 I was hurting pretty bad and in my suffering I decided I should pray. It went something like this-

Dear God,

Thank you for my legs. Thank you for this day. Thank you that I can do this. Amen.

I thought that maybe God would take pity on a pathetically grateful mess and give me wings or rain or something. After praying, I cranked up Ke$ha's "Your Love is My Drug" and pushed on. You may think my choice of song blasphemous, but I believe Ke$ha maybe referencing her, ahem, strong relationship with God. Observe...

"What you've got boy is hard to find

Think about it all the time

I'm all strung up my heart is fried

I just can't get you off my mind"

- She loves God, she thinks about him all the time, her heart is only for Him, she can't get Him off her mind

Because your love, your love, your love, is my drug

Your love, your love, your love, is my drug

Your love, your love, your love

- Ke$ha metaphorically demonstrates her addiction to God's love

"I don't care what people say

The rush is worth the price I pay

I get so high when you're with me

But crash and crave you when you are away"

- Ke$ha doesn't care that people are talking about her religious choices because God is worth it. She feels good when He's a part of her life, but when He's not (and perhaps the drugs aren't so metaphorical) she "crashes" and "craves" Him.

"Heyyy heyyy your love, your love, your love, your love, (whispered) is my drug

I like your beard."

- Ke$ha, again, recognizes that God's love is her "drug" and demonstrates how she prays by quietly whispering "is my drug." But, what really confirms this comparison is her acknowledgment of Jesus' beard.

Ke$ha on her way to bible study. Obviously.

Whether it was divine intervention

or the divine lyrics of Ke$ha,

I finished the last two miles

and have resumed my position of rest.