I have been working fairly early in the morning this summer, which has its ups and downs. I usually get up in time to de-poof my eyelids (they get really poofy when I'm tired), check my email, and pack a small breakfast. Sometimes it is hard to get to bed on time so that I'm not completely dysfunctional in the morning. I'm amazed that to this point I haven't done anything completely ridiculous. There is, however, a first time for everything.
As I went to grab a yogurt for my breakfast, I noticed that there were some eggs in the refrigerator in the spot where my mom usually put eggs when she hard-boils them. (I fell in love with hard-boiled eggs on my mission) I got really excited, naturally, and proceeded to place one safely in a cloth napkin and then into my purse. A small thought occurred to me that it just might not be cooked, but quickly dismissed it because not many thoughts stick with me that early in the morning.
At breakfast time I drew out my egg and proceeded to gently tap it on the table with little recollection of my though from earlier that it might not be cooked. I then tapped a little harder until it completely cracked in my hand. It wasn't cooked after all. Amazingly, no one noticed what happened. Although a little disappointed, I chuckled to myself and quickly put it in a bowl and threw it away. I think I might have prayed that morning for help to be able to laugh more and I guess this was my answer.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Saturday, August 2, 2008
9 Years and Running
I always get a little nostalgic around this time of year, especially when I'm at home. It was at this time 9 years ago that I began one of the greatest relationships of my life.
Before I began my freshman year, like most kids my age I had to seriously consider how I was going to be cool in high school. I had always viewed my brother as being cool and determined he'd be a pretty good guide if I ever wanted to be cool. So, I looked at what he did and followed in his footsteps. He ran cross country in high school amongst other sports, but because cross country was the only sport without cuts I figured that was my best bet.
There is a reason there are no cuts. I guess technically there are, but the coach doesn't cut. The athletes do, but the more common way of looking at it is quiting. In my younger years I was a quitter. You name it, I did it and then I quit it....soccer, ballet, gymnastics, swimming, piano, softball. This time was different for some reason. I'm not sure why because I was really horrible at first. I mean, really horrible. In fact, I used to hate running. As long as I can remember I always finished last when we would run the mile in elementary school and even my first year in high school I often finished last. I would look at it as a major success if someone finished behind me.
At some point I started to get faster and even started to love it. It has become one my dearest companions. I won't go into all the reasons that I love running now. There's lots of time for that. I just wanted to reminisce a little bit about it. I don't always love it. I guess it's like most relationships. We have our hard times, but in the end I always feel good after running (ok, there are some exceptions like when I ran my first and possibly last marathon and couldn't bend my legs without intense pain for a week). And like with most things, it's the hard times that make it so great. I love it.
Before I began my freshman year, like most kids my age I had to seriously consider how I was going to be cool in high school. I had always viewed my brother as being cool and determined he'd be a pretty good guide if I ever wanted to be cool. So, I looked at what he did and followed in his footsteps. He ran cross country in high school amongst other sports, but because cross country was the only sport without cuts I figured that was my best bet.
There is a reason there are no cuts. I guess technically there are, but the coach doesn't cut. The athletes do, but the more common way of looking at it is quiting. In my younger years I was a quitter. You name it, I did it and then I quit it....soccer, ballet, gymnastics, swimming, piano, softball. This time was different for some reason. I'm not sure why because I was really horrible at first. I mean, really horrible. In fact, I used to hate running. As long as I can remember I always finished last when we would run the mile in elementary school and even my first year in high school I often finished last. I would look at it as a major success if someone finished behind me.
At some point I started to get faster and even started to love it. It has become one my dearest companions. I won't go into all the reasons that I love running now. There's lots of time for that. I just wanted to reminisce a little bit about it. I don't always love it. I guess it's like most relationships. We have our hard times, but in the end I always feel good after running (ok, there are some exceptions like when I ran my first and possibly last marathon and couldn't bend my legs without intense pain for a week). And like with most things, it's the hard times that make it so great. I love it.
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