I use to pray all the time on family vacations. We would often spend a few weeks in the mountains being one with nature and camping and hiking and swating the bugs. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade the memories for anything. at. all. But I would pray for rain. I would pray to not hike. I would pray to not climb mountains and cross rock beds and walk up to see another blasted waterfall.
yea I was selfish like that.
I admit it.
I went to one of our local parks tonight. And wanted to get a good walk/jog in. I WANTED to do something active outside. I prayed for the rain to hold off. In the distance I saw lightening and I thought, eh I’m okay. It won’t rain on me… I felt a drop and convinced myself it was just glistening off my brow… (I don’t sweat, I’m a southern girl)…. then I realized as the storm clouds kept rolling in that something was indeed brewing…. and that I was surrounded by metal….
Then I ran to the car.
It’s funny how prayers change. I use to pray for an inactive life. Now I pray to live and do and enjoy. And to not be hit by lightening… What did you pray for today?
I have been allowed to borrow some space from the Lovely Kat of Katdoesdiets.blogspot.com. I hope you go check out further rambling about my love of bootcamp. You can find the post here.
What can I be random about today? Cause I literally got nothing. Oh except that I posted on twitter today
“People who rain on parades make me sad, especially when I’m the one who is rained on.” or something like that. It was almost instantly that I recieved direct messages, texts and eventually a phone call. People who I love checking in to check on me. I heart you guys. It’s fine, situation is over but nevertheless. Sometimes I just get caught up or caught in the middle of someone else’s pity party and thats okay, we are all human. Over and done.
I miss bootcamp this week. Between sessions there is usually a week off for the masses and for David the instructor. I miss the schedule and the reason to push myself. I know that I can do it on my own… but I love that I can show up to a class and accomplish so much.
Boot camp assesment last Friday: not much amazing stuff to report on except that 1) I never threw up and b) My mile went from 18.9 minutes to 12.5!!!!!!! that was exciting.
oh, and for some reason this will always make me giggle.
I’m sitting here at panera writing and mainly procrastinating. There have been BIG distractions and little ones. Mainly all have been of my own choice.
I am finally able to tuck myself into a corner at a booth with an outlet which is ideal b/c my laptop is about to die. Right outside I see a group of people I’m going to assume are friends or becoming friends. They are talking around a table enjoying the sunshine and company. There is a genuine laughter and smiles shared in the circle.
They are all speaking to one another in sign language. It’s beautiful.
Today is the last day of boot camp, which means it’s assessment time. I will see how I’ve done these past 6 weeks. Not sure if I’ve lost anything, but I know that I’ve improved in some form. I’m excited about the 5k in October, but I know I’ve got my work cut out for me. I need to do training regularly. I have tried the cough to 5k program and haven’t enjoyed it. I found another that is pretty laid back.
I know it sounds silly and I’m not sure why I want to, but I have this desire to be able to jog this 5k. I want to be one of those people. I want to be able to count in the competition and not worry about coming in last. I want to be the one who goes back to finish with other people like Donita has done for me. Again, it may sound silly, but I can see it.
This morning I’m at Panera writing, they have the best wifi around and I find that if I’m in my apartment I get distracted by life pretty much.
I don’t have a clue what this weekend holds. I know I’m grabbing coffee with a friend tomorrow afternoon and I’m looking forward to that time. But until then… who knows?
It’s funny, but it use to be that my weekends were plans of where I would go eat. If I would see a movie would there be popcorn involved and what new place could I try. As I am trying to do better, I know my focus has changed. Instead of eating with friends, we are going to the mall or meeting up to write, or knit, or walk… or something better. And as the focus has changed friendships have as well. Some are becoming deeper and some are fading. It’s interesting to realize that things aren’t as solid as you thought or as black and white. but that may be a whole other blog
I love shopping occasionally, but I have never been one of those who enjoy wandering around browsing. I have a list and I go, get and leave.. in that order. But there are 5 things that I absolutely HATE purchasing and will forget to pick up when needed time and time again…
1. Toliet Paper – I know it’s needed, really I do… so I had to “borrow” a role from Dad’s last week and it was one of the best gifts ever when mom while out shopping the other day bought me a large pack of recycled tp…
2. Bras – I’m a girl – still sucks
3. Gas – I hate putting gas in the car, why? Cause I’m just going to have to buy it again.
4. Nail Polish Remover – there are too many types to choose from and I never make the right choice, acetone, non acetone, nurishing, vitamin e, zombie inducing… really? I just want the nail polish OFF…and not b/c I have scraped it off… again.
5. Jeans… again too many choices. I’m really bad about not trying them on either, that’s a whole ‘nother issue that we won’t go into. But regardeless I buy the wrong length and end up withe jeans way to long I trip over them, or a size too big or…..
Okay, I need a new goal and I’m requesting your presence. I want to complete a 5k and I want to jog it. Considering that it’s May now, I think that I can be there by October if I start focusing and following through.
The always wonderful and encouraging big sister Donita is due in August and thinks that by October she will be ready to compete as well.
I have wanted to complete the 5k in Germantown for ages… and I will admit that a good part of that is because you get a beer at the end. And I really want to finally finish not last…
Friday night Deidre treated me to her last Broadway season show “A Chorus Line”. I was beyond excited to see it and we made an evening of the event.
Growing up I wore out a copy of Chorus Line from our local video rental store…a store that only carried vhs and was a throw back to days of old, but that’s another blog. I wanted to grow up and be Cassie and stand on the line. This is a good moment to point out that I have two left feet, don’t dance, and have the grace of a frog. But, dreams are dreams and little girls are unstoppable in the area of daydreams.
The show is presented in one act without an intermission. It’s a simple premise that works year after year and time after time. The show is a an audition, the cast of 16 stands on the line and in song and dance tell stories about themselves. You find yourself rooting for everyone to get in, knowing that only half will indeed win a spot in the chorus. Zak, the director and man in charge is a foreboding presence sitting in the audience as would happen during an actual casting call. Cassie and Zak have a “history” and as she pleads for a chance in the chorus you get glimpses into the familiarity they once shared.
The show was really well done, set in 1975 and the dancing and costumes reflect that. All kinds of retro coolness contained. Highlight for the night for me: Deidre getting a pic with one of the cast members, this guy played Mark.
Well, I may be a free loader who just goes to Nashville every chance I get. I fly in wander around for a while, check out new places and spaces and then head back to my humble homestead in Springfield. But Nashville is my home and I claim it as proudly as I do my family.
This says it all, please check it out. Section 303
I use to pray all the time on family vacations. We would often spend a few weeks in the mountains being one with nature and camping and hiking and swating the bugs. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t trade the memories for anything. at. all. But I would pray for rain. I would pray to not hike. I would pray to not climb mountains and cross rock beds and walk up to see another blasted waterfall.
