I went to swim this morning. A 6:00 AM Master’s Swim class dragged me out of bed about 5 something in the morning. Yep. You probably are saying about the same thing I was this morning when the alarm went off. “Crazy”. I don’t really know what I was thinking either. I wasn’t thinking much beyond, “If I don’t start swimming soon, I am going to really get killed in 30 days, 12 hours and 53 minutes when I complete my first Triathlon of the season. (I have a countdown clock here at my desk, just to remind me that the seconds are clicking away).
Well, being the planning person I am, I stopped by the nearby YMCA yesterday to scope out the pool, see where the lockers were, and yes…to request a couple of free passes to try the class out. I didn’t want to look like a total moron trying to find my way around the place at 6AM. I was going to accomplish that task anyway once I got in my lane to swim. “Ummm…sir…you might want to use these here floatie things”.
So here I am. Did I mention that it was 6AM? I slept drove myself to the Y, and had one eye closed as I approached the check in desk. Not seeing anyone at the desk, I opened my other eye to further assess the scene. Still no one there. Entrance gate was open. “Bonus” I thought. I still had my two free passes, and I was swimming this morning.
So I flopped my way through the workout, and confirmed the fact that humans don’t have gills. Yep. We were not meant to swim. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I don’t care if the guy in my lane lapped me 50 times in an hour. He is just a freak of nature.
Thanking my coach, I hopped out of the pool to go shower up and head to work. I like this YMCA place….Young Men’s Christian Association right? Or was it a really cheesy song form the 70’s? I couldn’t remember. Either way, I still have 2 more free workouts. Or do I? Valued at $10/session, do I let the YMCA take credit for their lack of front desk staffing, or do I step up and give away my precious voucher for the workout I just completed?
I actually wrestled with this one for a second.
God speaks to my spirit…”Well Tim, you’re a Christian. You are in a Christian establishment. Christians don’t steal. Especially from other Christians.”
“Yes Lord” I say as I walk to the front desk to turn in my voucher for the workout. The man behind the desk takes the coupon and thanks me for stopping back by. “That was really cool of you to come back” he said. “Well, I’m a Christian,” I say to him. “Christians don’t steal”. He smiled and waved good bye.
I feel really good for doing the right thing today. It felt liberating to give up to God’s commandments. Perhaps this is what it’s all about. Give it up and he’ll set us free….