Reality set in when I nearly bombed my first graduate course. He said, “Under-grads think they know everything. Grads think they know quite a bit. It’s the Profs who realize that we hardly know anything.” Now, I was starting to smarten up and listen better.
Perhaps there are too many things to remember to do that didn’t exist years ago. Things like emails, recycling and compost bins, and byob – bring your own bags. Perhaps our freedoms to do what we want are being controlled by society’s pressures to always do the right thing?
Flash forward 33 years. I’m still a runner, but with aching knees that click all the time. My loose running shorts are now ¾ length Epic Run Tight Fit Tights – to hold me together! I need a hat to control the incredible amounts of sweat pouring from this exercising menopausal suffering soaked me. It’s not as pretty, but it still has a PURPOSE!
A sensible shoe is the direction I seem to be going towards. I can’t believe I wrote that. My aching back and knees are now the forces behind which shoes are best suited for me. My heart is telling me to wear those gorgeous gladiator knee length; multi-buckled flat sexy sandals (see the picture). My back and knees are telling me that a little heal is needed as well as some arch support. That sounds so “retirement plan” and I’m nowhere near retiring. I’m just getting started…aren’t I?
In the community where I live, we have 3 main types of bins. The blue bin is for recycling items such as paper and plastics. We have a light brown bin for composting organic materials and we have a brown bin for actual garbage.
My question is…What will be our next community bin? I have some (wink, wink) suggestions!
Bluegirls come in every size. Some are wise and some otherwise. They got pretty blue eyes. For an hour a man may change
For an hour her face looks strange – Looks strange, looks strange — Genesis: Ripples
The Marathon was the great measurement of the ultimate run. Then the Triathlon was the measurement of the greatest combination athletic event. Now it’s the Ironman Extreme which is the greatest physical measurement and challenge. I wonder what the next great challenge will be or the next great measurement of the human challenge. Maybe it will be an opposite event?
How’s about running so far back in time you go from the present into the past. Let’s call this “The Run-Back in Time Has-been Marathon.”
I ask myself this question, how does this person finish our…sandwiches?
It’s nothing you can try to understand; it just is. Where did we meet? How did I know this person before? How does s/he understand what I’m about to say? Why is there so much connection without any connectivity? Is this a soul I’ve known before? It’s got to be more than what it is. But….there’s no known history.
How do I control myself from not eating the whole thing? Ok, it’s easy not to eat the whole thing because if I do that, I will certainly become sick. Although, the thought seriously passed my mind at the onset of opening and smelling the sweets.
“Can you believe he gave me a box of chocolate covered pretzels? I mean really, doesn’t he realize that I work out like a maniac to keep my body in great shape. I don’t eat sweets or salt, and I certainly don’t eat carbs! I mean really, is he that totally stupid or something?”
A really good laugh can exhaust you in a way that makes you feel good inside.
Each year in April, I send out a letter to my very dedicated Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation sponsors in a theme. This year I represented myself as Atlas, as I carry the weight of diabetes on my back. I want to change the world and find a cure! The gift of giving, gives more than you might know.
By mid-February the winter it is surely over. The day light hours are longer and when the sun hits the roof, the snow melts. Spring is just looming for a break through. It’s just a day or two away.
Sometimes you don’t have to say, “I love you” to mean it full heartily. Sometimes your actions will speak much louder than words. I’m a firm believer of what a person actually “does” speaks volumes rather than the words a person speaks.
In one of his letters he wrote that he envisioned us “In a gold carriage being pulled by white horses into a sky destined for love”. I blushed from that line.
These are my best intentions. I’m inspired to do this. I want to make positive changes in my life. I want to be more “disciplined” and follow through with these changes. I want all of this, this year! And…. then there is life.
As I was putting a grape into my mouth a fly whizzed by me and I dropped it. I reached to pick it up, but it quickly rolled under the fridge. I dove to get it, but it was too late. I lost the grape.
Just as he was turning around to walk down my front steps, he turned to face me and said, “You smell delicious.” Wow, that caught me off guard.