Well, I didn't make it to the gym today to workout. As I said yesterday, even my fingers were sore. I know, I'm going to have to buck up if I want to see results. I am trying to find the balance between "much pain/no gain" and "no pain/no gain." To make up for leaving my brother to exercise alone, I went down to the marina for a walk along the Sound and some picture-taking. The sun was just beginning to set. The air was warm with a slight breeze. It was so much nicer than running in place on the treadmill. I love being outdoors. There is something in my soul that craves nature. I grew up on a lake and when nothing else seems to soothe me, finding a body of water always does the trick. I love to watch the wind ripple across the surface, see the sun glinting off the waves, hear the sound as it laps against the shore or crashes against the rocks. I like to watch people...little kids chasing waves, older kids throwing rocks, couples walking hand-in-hand, a solitary figure combing the beach. I think about the creativity and power and majesty of my God. Why did He bother with such detail? The colors, the sounds, the smells...nothing escaped His notice when He spoke the world into existence. And I am reminded that I don't escape His notice either. As He watches over the tides, guards the creatures beneath the sea, guides the water cycle...He is also watching and guarding and guiding me. Whether I sit on the bench or walk along the shore or lean against the pier railing...His eyes are on me. His thoughts are toward me. He knew I was skipping out on the gym but I think, today, He didn't mind.