The Darkest Hour Is Just Before Dawn

In spin class, I prayed that Jesus would let me die.

This morning, I didn't do that. I took a class called "Total Conditioning", and I couldn't catch my breath long enough to pray for a quick and painless death.

I did, however, survive. And will likely go back. I figure one of two things will happen.

Either I will shape up, and not feel like I will die before the class is over,

OR

I will shape up enough so that I have the breath to pray that it will end.