Unchristian Hesitation

Sometimes your runners high gets interrupted. Life telling you to check your ego. The day is not complete. Sitting in the parking lot after an evening run, the sun has already set, when a stranger gets your attention seeking help with a flat tire. A woman in need, I help.

Yet, there's an unchristian hesitation.

The situation will evolve, weakness creeps in. What am I getting myself into?

Mission creep is the rusted spare tire that won't lodge free from the underside of the vehicle. Trying to figure out the Rube Goldberg system the car manufacturer used to mount and store the tire and jacks. Then the lug nuts, which I convinced myself must be welded on.

How am I going to solve this problem?

I manage to get two lug nuts to "break". Then my son shows up with some muscle, one by one the lug nuts "break", AAA shows up after 90% of the work is complete, but the help is welcome.

Ninety minutes in a pitch dark parking lot...grinding, the job is done.

Tonight's run was an attempt to rid the body of built up rust. Yet the spare tire workout became the most fulfilling.