|Hey, Diamond DAWLSSSSSS!!!|
|Like the USPS, not even rain could keep us from our baseball boys!|
I'm serious, y'all. I spent a LOT of time at the park. Not a much better way to spend a summer evening than in the stands
ogling watching hot baseball boys skilled athletes play a game that you love. For reals.
2) I *am* running. I'm not logging it on Daily Mile or even *gasp* keeping it on a spreadsheet. I have no way to tell you how many miles I've done this week, this month or this year. This is new for me. I usually could tell you all that stuff, along with paces, weekly averages, monthly totals, etc., etc., Nope, not this year. I'm running when I feel like it, and sometimes (looks around conspiratorially) I even WALK! I realized not too long after the triathlon and HHH that I was not going to make this arbitrary goal that I had set for myself a few months ago when I started the Run Less Run Faster plan, because of time I'd taken off for vacation, work, life. And whereas I would've gotten all tied up in knots over that a few months ago, suddenly, coming to that realization was okay with me.
Some runners need goals in front of them to keep them challenged. Some runners have lists of races that they are frantically trying to check off. I used to be one of those, I think. I had so much to prove. But I don't have that now. And I'm more than okay with that. Races will be there. But running and trying to hit certain paces and make certain mileage goals had become one more thing on an already overwhelming To Do list, and I was beginning to dread the thing that I used to love. So I backed off. Does that make me less of a runner? Maybe. Do I care? No, not really. There are seasons for all things, and right now, this is a season for me to step back from "competing" and comparing myself to others, to previous versions of myself even, and to do what feels right and brings me joy.
This year was such a different experience from last year's race. Last year, I was still trying to hard to prove myself and to get out of a really bad headspace. Long drives are good for heartfelt conversations with buddies, I tell you what. But I was so beaten down by having to DNF that I didn't really appreciate the beauty of the canyon and the camaraderie of my companions as I should have. But I did this year. Doing the "fun run" race distance made all the difference. I was able to enjoy my run, and still have energy and excitement to cheer on my friends and other runners, and had energy to hang out with our campsite neighbors afterward and soak in the clear night sky and campfire. Good times, y'all, good times.
|So hard to get a casual shot of them in the same space these days.|
4) These guys. The one is fixing to fly the coop. Senior year. Not sure when that happened. But he will be gone soon, and there is a lot to be done before he graduates and moves off to college. He's got his schools narrowed down to a couple of top choices and a couple of backups. He knows what he wants his major to be, different from what it was just a couple of months ago. He is finalizing essays and applications and scholarship forms and all that, and it's exciting and terrifying and exhausting all at the same time. There's still hockey and Scouts (wrapping up the Eagle project, tick tock) and drama and performances and so much to do and time is zipping by, and wasn't he a tiny baby screaming his head off in my arms just yesterday?? Senior year, y'all. Wow.
And the other one, coming into his own in 6th grade this year. Taking theater classes, too, and becoming even more of a nerdlet than we ever thought, but in a great way. He's clever and voraciously reading everything he puts his hands on. He even went to his first junior high dance before Halloween. Dang. Time flies. But that's what happens when you turn 12, like he did a couple of weeks ago. You go to dances and such. Oy.
So, yeah, I'm making sure to not blink so I don't miss a thing. These man-children, they won't be around forever. Races will come and go, but I'll never get another chance for these times with these boys. You better believe I'm enjoying every second (when I'm not exasperated by them, one or both!)
|My girls, minus the Beths & Alicia, celebrating October birthdays. My rocks.|
|It was cold. These people came from all over FW-D for a birthday trail run. For ME! LOVE!|
5) My peoples. A never-ending source of inspiration, comfort, motivation and good cheer. I'm still not sure what I've done to deserve such a strong and amazing group of friends, but I continue to be in a constant state of awe at their collective and individual drive, determination and progress as athletes and as individuals. I've been so pleased to be able to cheer them in person and from afar as they tackle new race distances, reach for tough goals and just push themselves to be better, stronger, faster in everything they do. And it's not just about athleticism, either. Each of these people faces unique challenges and juggles their own competing priorities, and yet, we have built this great support system for each other. We encourage and root for each other in all that we do, whether we are doing a 5k, an IronMan, interviewing for a new job or just trying to make it through the day. It's a great thing, and I'm so pleased to be a part of it. There just are no words to explain what we've built here and no way to express my continuing feeling of undeservedness at being a part of it.