I thought I’d share what a somewhat typical day on the race is like, mind you; my side of things is probably a little bit skewed from a typical racer’s point of view. I woke up at 8:15am and ate toast as well as an orange for breakfast. We left the cabin as I like to call it at 9:00am to head down to the construction site. We picked up tools consisting of shovels, wheelbarrows, and work gloves on the way. When we got to the houses, we were told to finish digging the trenches already begun down to 80 cm. I think they were probably around 20 cm deep when we got there. I began to dig the trench thinking the whole time, “there is no way I am doing this until one; I’m pregnant.” At about 10:30am my emotions got the best of me and I left the jobsite in about as mad of a state as I have ever experienced due to hormones. Before lunch I sat in my bed journaling and reading my bible feeling guilty the whole time for not working.
Lunch came around—grilled cheese and chicken sandwich with Johnfrank’s half rotting apple he took too long to eat (tasted pretty good.) At 2:00pm we left for the grocery store. I was in a substantially better mood by now. After buying 300 lei worth of food for the team for about 4 days (about 100 US dollars), Ty and I sat and talked in the room for another several hours. Then I ate a piece of chocolate cake which finds me where I am at now, waiting for dinner. Oh, I had spaghetti when I came home from the grocery store (leftovers from Sunday night).
As you probably noticed, I eat a lot throughout the day which makes me super self conscious. Between ministry, my hormones, and my husband, there’s really no more time left in the day for anything fun. I must say that I feel sorry for any women in my life from this point forward who complain to me about their pregnancy because I have helped to dig two trenches now for electrical lines, painted rooms, bucket lined concrete, slept in a tent for a month, gone without hot water for two months, traveled for 50 hours straight, and lived with at least 10 other people besides my husband all while being pregnant. I’m not sure what they could complain about that I could be sympathetic too. And at the end of the day, what do I do? I’m asking God why He has me here and what I can be learning from this experience. He’s taking His time on giving me my answer.
