Ok, ok. It has been a while since my last post. I'm actully surprised that anyone takes the time to check in here from time to time. This was supposed to be a place for me to keep you all up to date with any news about the adoption. Well, there isn't much going on in that department. So, perhaps I will just bore you with tidbits from daily life. How would that be?
I'm sitting here, trying to keep busy. My legs are killing me from last week's FULL ON training sessions. And, as often happens when I am doing nothing in particular, I start to evaluate things. Today, I am evaluating my training. I'm looking for the "fun factor" to be exact. I'm afraid that the fun which I set out to have in training for this Half Ironman is being clouded with a whole lotta seriousness. Now don't get the wrong idea. I respect the event and the amount of training that needs to be done to get across the finish line without too much of a grimace on my face. But I seem to have been lured into a lot of time goals for this and that, and worrying about comments from the peanut gallery about why my recent race times are what they are. Why am so concerned about how far ahead I might be of so and so, or what so and so said about this and that?? WHO CARES! I have to bring it all back to the reason that I started this journey. And that is to do something that in my mind is monumental, and feel good about the accomplishment.
Geeeeze...I think I'm tired. I just read that back, and it reads like the rantings of a madwoman! So what is the solution? Take charge of my training again. Listen to my body and be firm in what I want to do with my training from week to week instead of falling into the trap of doing what I think is expected of me. I guess that sometimes I live in a dreamworld where I can not only "talk the talk" but I can also "walk the walk". Reality check. I must remember my place in the grand scheme of things.
That is my rant for the day. Discuss.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
This one is for you, Sparklecheeks...
This week I have been taking stock in just how fortunate I am to have some pretty special people in my life. Life has brought change to all our lives in one way or the other, but there remains a constant. Friendship. A bond that may get tested, but that will never break.
Chicklets. Friends. Buddies. Pals. My strength. As I was running with my "posse" (minus one) this week, I got to thinking about all the laughs we have had together over the years. Running has been good to us, and that is what brought us all together. But there is that bond, that "thing" that keeps the good times rolling right along. It's not something that I take for granted.
And for the one that has gone off to new adventures in far off lands...you are always here in our hearts. Geez, you can't get rid of us that easily :)
It's amazing how with one phone call, it's like you are just a 5 minute jump in the car. We always seem to pick up where we left off and never skip a beat. True Chicklet style.
Well, my friends. This is it for the "foofy, touchy, feely" post. I just wanted to say "thanks". Thanks for being who you are. My best friends.
Chicklets. Friends. Buddies. Pals. My strength. As I was running with my "posse" (minus one) this week, I got to thinking about all the laughs we have had together over the years. Running has been good to us, and that is what brought us all together. But there is that bond, that "thing" that keeps the good times rolling right along. It's not something that I take for granted.
And for the one that has gone off to new adventures in far off lands...you are always here in our hearts. Geez, you can't get rid of us that easily :)
It's amazing how with one phone call, it's like you are just a 5 minute jump in the car. We always seem to pick up where we left off and never skip a beat. True Chicklet style.Well, my friends. This is it for the "foofy, touchy, feely" post. I just wanted to say "thanks". Thanks for being who you are. My best friends.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Today, I was reminded....
...just how lucky I am. As I was working with a customer (I am a "shoe pig" by trade), I was catching bits and pieces of a news cast coming over the local radio station. I heard "flipped over...truck...fatal...". And then my customer asked, "where is Vanier Drive?". My heart just sank. Thoughts running through my head....Darren was supposed to be around there just about now...we drive a truck...oh...my...god...please don't let it be him. It was 5pm when I heard that, and Darren was due to pick me up at 5:30. Tick tock, tick tock. Don't panic. Don't panic. Breath, breath. Why the hell is the phone not ringing????
I look at my watch, it's 5:29 and he still hasn't shown up. I go through the list of people I might need to call to take me out to look for Darren. 5:31. Thank the ^*&^9 Lord, there he is!!!!!!! The love of my life is alive and well and walking upright!!!!!!
Have you ever known a love so strong, that you don't know what you would do if it was taken away from you? I do. I do. I do.
I look at my watch, it's 5:29 and he still hasn't shown up. I go through the list of people I might need to call to take me out to look for Darren. 5:31. Thank the ^*&^9 Lord, there he is!!!!!!! The love of my life is alive and well and walking upright!!!!!!
Have you ever known a love so strong, that you don't know what you would do if it was taken away from you? I do. I do. I do.
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