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Walking in Circles; Praying in Circles

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In a desperate attempt to make my exercise routine less boring, I googled how to make your exercise routine less boring. Don’t tell me I’m not clever.

My exercise of choice right this minute is walking, and the park in which I walk requires that I progress around in a circle (albeit a BIG circle) three times in order to get the distance I desire. I like the predictability of walking in circles, but it can get boring. Thus, the googling.

One of the things that kept coming up is the idea of listening to something engaging while you walk. So often I will listen to music. I like listening to music because I tend to walk in tempo with the music, and this results in me changing my speed regularly, something else exercise web sites tell you to do to fight boredom.

But one google search suggested listening to interesting podcasts. Hmmm. I like podcasts, at least to the extent that I have listened to them. I have enjoyed listening to Dan Patrick yap on and on about sports. And heaven knows I have enjoyed the Serial podcasts. I could listen to Sarah Koenig read me the telephone book.

But after contemplating a number of podcasts, I landed on a podcast called Two Catholic Guys. I know. I know. I’m a big nerd. But I have heard their program occasionally on Syrius radio and I have enjoyed listening to their often funny, but ultimately serious take on Catholicism. These aren’t Catholic haters, but instead, two men who love their Catholic faith with all of its faults. As do I, except the notion of having a podcast called One Lonely Catholic Baby Boomer Lady doesn’t resonate.

The Two Catholic Guys podcast I listened to most recently was on the rosary. That caught my attention as I am a big fan of the rosary. Such a fan, in fact, that I have a rosary by my bed and one by my reading chair here in Mesa, and also one by my bed and another readily accessible in Denver. I carry one in my purse to grab if the need arises. Non-Catholics, and probably many Catholics, find it hard to understand the rosary, and consider it to be one of the so-called “voodoo” worship methods of those darn Papists.

I learned my love of the rosary from my parents. My mother was a firm believer in the rosary as a means of prayer. The rosary she had in her hands when she died – and for countless years prior to her death – had small silver beads that would have driven most people crazy but was perfect for her small hands.

My father, while perhaps not quite as devoted as my mother, also prayed the rosary. In fact, one of my favorite stories about my father was that when he would run for exercise, he would pray the rosary. That’s perhaps even better than listening to podcasts.

According to the Two Catholic Guys, St. Pope John Paul II had a strong devotion to the rosary. In fact, it was St. John Paul who, when he was pope, added a whole new set of what Catholics call the Mysteries to the rosary prayer. While there used to be Joyful Mysteries (which concentrated on Jesus’ life as a child, ending when he was found by his parents in the temple), Sorrowful Mysteries (which focused on Christ’s passion), and Glorious Mysteries (which are dedicated to Christ after his resurrection), he recognized that there was a whole section of Jesus’ life being left out of rosary contemplation, that being his whole public life. Kind of important, I would suggest. So the pope added the Luminous Mysteries.

As a child, I sort of considered that there was something just short of magical about the rosary – not the prayer; the actual set of beads. As such – and as I still do today – I would get my rosary blessed by a priest. As I have reached a more mature age, I recognize that the rosary itself is not magical, but only an implement for counting prayers.

And the prayers of the rosary, at least for me, are soothing and peaceful. I have actually taken my blood pressure before and after saying a rosary and it has dropped 20 points. But I have to continually remind myself that the rosary is a contemplative prayer rather than a race. That’s hard for me, because despite the fact that I’m retired with rarely anyplace I have to be, I’m always in a hurry. While I’m sure my 10-minute rosaries reach God’s ears, the meditative aspect leaves something to be desired.

I’m not trying to convert a single reader into a being a devotee of the rosary. But the words of the Two Catholic Guys just reminded me that there are so many ways to pray. And since I have devoted many rosaries to a friend of mine with pancreatic cancer, the fact that she called me yesterday to tell me her cancer numbers are entirely normal and the results of a PT scan yesterday show the tumor has shrunk to the point that her doctor is scratching her head in amazement indicate that God listens to all sorts of prayer.

Sports Talk

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football playsLast year when Bec and her two grands were out visiting us in Colorado, we were driving in my car to Estes Park where we were going to go hiking and give Mackenzie and Carter their first taste of snow, present even in the summer on Trail Ridge Road.

As we drove along, Mackenzie said, “Aunt Kris, why don’t you have music playing on the radio?” She was right, of course. No music. I almost never listen to music on the radio. She and Carter, on the other hand, are used to music always playing on car radios whether they’re with their dad – my nephew Erik – their mother Josey, or their nana. They, like my grandkids Joseph and Micah, know the words to I Can’t Feel My Face and Shut Up and Dance With Me.

Don’t get me wrong. I like music. I like a lot of different kinds of music. I enjoy much of the contemporary music; country music pleases me a great deal; when I’m in Bill’s car (which has Sirius radio), I often listen to bluegrass.

But when I’m tooling around in my yellow bug, I listen to nothing but sports talk radio. Go figure.

I mostly like it when I’m in Denver and it’s football season. Then it’s all Broncos, all the time. Or at least all football, all the time. But let’s face it — Colorado is Bronco Country. The sports guys find a way to talk about the Broncos all year long.

Oh, they try to talk about basketball and hockey when the Nuggets and the Avalanche are playing. But there’s simply not a lot you can say about the Rockies once you have mentioned that they have the worst record in MLB.

But I will be honest with you. I have even found the sports talk stations in Arizona. It’s true I can’t listen to Dan Patrick and the Danettes when I’m in Arizona, but I can always find some kind of sports talk. And Sirius has all sorts of sports stations. It’s a good alternative to bluegrass when I get tired of listening to banjo music.

I can tell you for sure that I am not the demographic for whom their programs are aimed. The fact that there are approximately 750 commercials every hour dealing with ED (which, if you listened to sports talk radio, you would know means erectile dysfunction, which apparently is the most serious problem facing the United States of America today. Stop worrying about the terrorists. We have bigger problems, people!).

I can also tell you that there are a lot of double entendre with subsequent, well, giggling, that goes on when a group of men get together to discuss sports. Or likely anything else.

Finally, it is absolutely mind blowing to me how long the sports guys can spend talking about any issue. Seriously, they can spend an easy morning talking about why the Broncos practiced without pads earlier that day.

Nevertheless, I am absolutely riveted to the radio as they talk about coaching styles and play action and the benefits of a shotgun quarterback v. a read option quarterback. I don’t always know what they are talking about. That’s when I call or text Court for interpretations and explanations.

“Hi Son. It’s Mom. Do you think signing Evan Mathis was a good idea since our offensive line is so young or do you think there is a reason that the Eagles didn’t sign him again? Dan Patrick doesn’t think he left the Eagles because of money,” I say to Court.

“Mom, I just left a meeting to take your call because I thought you were going to tell me one of my kids had fallen from the new playhouse and was getting stitches in the head. Do you think we could talk about this later?” replies Court, trying oh-so-hard to be patient.

My brother always says that listening to baseball on the radio is like meditation for him. He finds it relaxing and it calms him. That’s kind of the way all sports talk radio is for me, even with the serious issue about erectile dysfunction (which apparently, according to the advertisements, causes wives all sorts of angst). I’m telling you people, if you or a loved one has any concerns about his performance in the bedroom, give me a call. Discretion is guaranteed.