No
Just in case you read the title
this is NOT
I repeat, NOT a post about how I love exercise.
Just thought I should clear that up.
:)
Today, I stayed after school to go to a chemistry group with my friends.
.....
There was only Maddi.
Thee end.
After a while I got bored and pulled the lame, "Oh, I think my mom's outside and I need to be somewhere." trick.
There was no mom.
And and the only place I needed to be was in my bed at home.
When I left the school, I was like, "Crap. I really wish I had my license and a car so I could drive home."
But I kept walking,
and walking,
and walking.
And after a while, my back started to hurt.
But I walked past a small stream,
and the gurgling and bubbling of it made me a little happier.
I continued walking, thinking that it was an okay walk, until I hit the busy street behind the rec center leading to the library.
I'm thinking to myself, "Help."
There were so many cars, I was just waiting to see a cat run past me and get squished in the traffic or something.
(sorry, that's a little gruesome)
And so, with a plea, I quickly said a small prayer in my heart, praying that Heavenly Father would let the cars slow down because I REALLY needed to cross the street.
I ended my prayer, and almost immediately, the flow of cars stopped.
There was a gap.
There was my chance!
Dashing across the long road, I stopped on the other side, breathing heavily, and did a small victory dance while thanking my Heavenly Father that I didn't become the next road kill on the street.
Continuing my way up the steep hill, I was able to pass another street safely and enter into the cemetery.
I slowed my pace a little, and took time to look at the marble and granite headstones.
There was a soft peace in my heart as I looked at all the names written on those who had already passed before.
There was a small breeze, and it felt more like fall than winter.
I really needed to sit down and rest my back because it was hurting pretty bad, so I found a bench positioned perfectly under a very old tree.
Practically hobbling, I slung my backpack off of my shoulder and sat down on the bench.
Breathing in the cool air, I felt a lot better. I slid off the bench and sat in the nook at the base of the tree.
It felt like a movie or something, where you see someone eating an apple under a tree and reading a book. Huh, that kind of sounds like Frodo Baggins.
Uh, *cough* anyway!
Oh man, this post is going nowhere. :S
After a while of sitting under the tree, my back felt so much better and I shrugged my backpack back on and continued on home, looking at the dates and names, saying small prayers for the ones that I saw, and stopping to briefly say "hi" to a close family friend.
I really wished that I could have stayed in the cemetery longer, because the peace that I felt was enormous, and the relaxation feeling was incredible. I highly recommend, if you want to go somewhere quiet, go to either a small park or a stream or the cemetery. Seriously.
Anyway, this is a really random post.
*sigh* I need to have more excitement.