16 November 2006

I'd Like to Bear My Testimony...

I'm not sure how sacrilegious this post is going to be. I certainly don't mean to offend anyone, so please don't be offended. Maybe I just need to find a better word than "testimony." But regardless, here goes.

Lately I have been thinking about things that are not necessarily religious, but things about which I have a testimony. I came up with the following two:

  • I have a testimony of Thermarests. The last time C and I went to Shenandoah, we found out that my Thermarest had a hole in it. "No bother," thought I...foolishly! The first night, C gallantly offered to sleep on mine, and he gave me his fully-inflated Thermarest. However, after waking up the next day completely sore from the experience, he reneged on that the next night. Although thankfully I didn't have the same hurtful experience he did, I certainly did notice a LARGE difference between the non-padded sleeping experience and the padded sleeping experience. Padded wins.
  • I have a testimony of endorphins. I don't care how tired I am from work; I don't care how much I don't want to go to the gym; I don't care how depressed I am about the overeating the day before; I always feel a million times better after going to the gym and getting in a good run. Always. Without exception. Invariably. QED.

What do you have a testimony of?

3 comments:

emily said...

i have a testimony of exercise and chocolate - you can't have one with the other. . .

i also have a testimony of getting out of the house. . .

and finally i have a testimony of the Christmas Spirit.

Melissa said...

I'm proseletyze regularly on the following subjects:

running
Apple
Wikipedia

Gretchen said...

I'd like to bear my testimony of the power of a cute outfit and/or good hair to make your day better. It's amazing how your day can be crap but if you feel like you look good, somehow the day is ok. Conversely, you could be having the best day ever but if you spend it swiping that annoying hair back into place, then somehow the entire day is off. (at least until a clip or hairband can be located.)

-- Gretchen