Because this IS my life

It has been a great while since I have last gone for a morning walk on a Tuesday. Mostly this is due to my insanely hectic schedule since May, but it also has to do with pure laziness, and factors like what I'm about to tell you, which indicate I shouldn't do anything early in the morning.

I was so inspired this week to exercise every day. Alternating days of running and walking is one of my favorite methods of equalizing my mind and my health. So I began Monday with a run and planned to walk Tuesday morning before work at 1pm.

I snoozed for 30 minutes this morning and then finally crawled out of bed and into workout attire. I nearly forgot to put shoes on, I was so out of it.

After opening the front door and kitchen window for some breeze action, I locked the front screen door, knowing that I would leave the back door closed, but unlocked. Walking out the back, I noticed the outdoor light was on as I shut the door. I'll just turn that off now...I reached back for the doorknob and found it securely locked.

I nearly started panicking, but said to myself: Walk it off, Lana. You'll figure out what to do in the next 30 minutes.

I turned away, started my timer-watch, and walked on.

Though I prayed very hard for God to reach down and unlock one of the doors, they were both firmly rooted in place when I returned. I tried to rip open the front screen door, but only managed to bend the metal handle and hurt my already carpal-tunnely wrist. I walked around to the side door in hopes that God had opened the it, but it was distinctly locked.

What to do? What to do?

I remembered a story about Dereck climbing through his kitchen window and I decided to try. The screen and other glass window panes are total crap and I figured if I broke one, it wouldn't be much of a loss. After a minute or so of bending in the screen, I managed to get my fingers behind it enough to unlatch the sides and move it up. At that point, I could fully open the leaky glass storm window. Because there is a strange brick ledge about a foot from the window base, it was a fairly easy maneuver to push myself up and over the sill and onto the counter without breaking off the faucet (a disaster I'd envisioned during my walk, complete with water spraying everywhere and the house flooding). I closed up the window and screen, checked the neighbors' to see if they were watching (no one was), and washed my hands of the grime from breaking in.

I felt like a thief.

It was awesome.