The following post is from a series of emails I wrote to my girlfriend at the time, whilst on a trip to Africa. She is now my wife, so I did something right.
And then came my Sabbath again. Many hours of the morning were spent lazing around, and around midday I decided I had earnt a bath.
I was laying there, the water welling up around my tired, aching body (going for a run and playing football yesterday was a bad idea), I hear the doorbell ring. Somewhere, at the front of the house, someone has arrived.
Immediately a great feeling of trepidation rose up in me. The person was here for me! I was going to have to leave my bath. If only I had realised how much worse than just getting out of the bath the punishment would be, I think I would probably have just drowned myself.
“Chris! Someone at the door for you!”, came the cry. So I hurriedly removed myself from the bath, and came to see who it was.
It was Grant. “Hey Chris, we are going up the mountain, are you coming?”
Stupidly, stupidly, I said yes.
There were plus sides. We had a braai right at the top. There were some amazing views. It was a great experience.
On the downside, on Tuesday, my legs still hurt. A steep climb for an hour, followed by a steep scramble back down, not great for the already tired feetsticks.
I got back, and had a bath, then covered my entire body with deep heat. Sort of deep heat. Ian buys this stuff that is like deep heat, but much stronger. It’s pretty cheap too, like £2 for a 500ml pot. Pretty good stuff. He actually gets it from the vet. Its for horses with muscle ache lol.
“Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him.”
I tried commanding a cable car to appear, but my faith wasn’t strong enough.