Thursday, March 22, 2007

Is pride a bad thing?

Do you know what the best feeling in the world is? Well, maybe not the best feeling, but a really good one anyway. Don't know? I'll tell you, but I have to set it up first. Today, I got on the treadmill for a run. I know, I know, I hate the treadmill too but it's been really yucky and humid and icky outside all week so I've had to suffer through the boredom that is known as running on a treadmill. Anyway, I get on the treadmill today and start my run and my legs feel really heavy. That was probably because Bruce's yoga class last night seriously kicked my ass. So, after I had finally worked up to running four miles the other day, I quickly decided that I would not be able to run that far today. I was hoping to make it a measley three-mile run. I had hit 3 miles when an older gentlemen walked up to my treadmill and said something that I couldn't hear because my IPod was turned up so loud. I had to ask him to repeat himself several times and when I finally understood him I realized that he said, very affectionately, "You don't need to run that machine down. Save some for the rest of us old folks." Or he said something like that. I've been running on the same machine all week and he's always there so I suppose he's noticed me this week. For some reason, his words really motivated me and I didn't want to stop running. So I didn't. I ran for four miles. When I was cooling down, I noticed myself smiling. I was so proud of myself for pushing through when I thought I wouldn't be able to. Is that bad? I also felt really good physically, so that could have been part of it.

In yoga, I've learned that you don't always have to push yourself to your edge. I've learned that with running too, but when you don't think you can do something and then you end up doing it anyway, there's a reason why you went there. Make sense? My legs were so tired today but I found the motivation to push through and I shouldn't feel guilty for being proud of it, right? I didn't think so because I don't. Then I think that there are marathon runners who run four miles as a warm up so it's all relative.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

The Good Life

I have such a good life. My friends and I are planning our vacation to Florida, which is only two months away! We all live very far apart so we communicate by email and it gets me so excited about spending a week with friends I only get to see maybe twice a year if I'm lucky. My mom says that half the fun is the anticipation. I think she's right. But the trips are never a let down, which I think can happen when you're planning something really fun.

My sister and her husband will be in town tomorrow and then Cody and I are going to Dallas next weekend to be with them. My parents will be there too. Some people can't stand getting together with their families but I love it. It makes me wish I lived closer to home but there's nowhere near Monroe, LA that I would want to even think about living.

I have a good job and I'm in better shape than I was ten years ago. I have this wonderful yoga practice at a studio where people accept me just the way I am, which is nice. I work with a catering company that employs some really great people and it's been nice getting to know them.

And then there's the hubby. How did I end up with a man who is so patient with me and who cooks for me every single night? For me, he started going to the place we call our church home and he found faith, something I wasn't sure would ever happen. We love this church and I can't imagine what our lives would be like without it. And yes, talk of children is in the air but don't go buying baby gifts just yet folks!

So anyway, I have problems as everyone does. But my life is as it should be and it's good.

Friday, March 09, 2007

The Story of the Back Kisser

We went to a party last Sunday night and I almost got molested by some guy who was so drunk he could hardly stand up. It was bizarre. He kept kissing on my back. At first, I thought it was Cody and I turned around smiling as if to say, "Oh! How sweet!" But instead of Cody I was greeted by the smiling face of a stranger. Since I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt, I immediately thought that he had mistaken me for someone else. When it was clear that he hadn't because he continued to kiss my back after seeing my face, I then thought that it was some colossal joke that someone had put him up to. (I'm not sure why I thought this since the people at the party were adults.) He continued to kiss me and grab me so I pushed him away and said, "Get the fuck away from me!" Apparently, Mr. Back Kisser doesn't understand that when a girl says that she means it. To bring this to a close, my friend Maggie got him away from me with the help of a few others and he basically had to be carried out of the Cedar Door. Fortunately, Cody didn't see any of this because it would not have been pretty if he had. Makes for a good story I guess but I really felt violated. Not a good feeling at all.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

taxes, schmaxes

I have not been motivated to blog lately and I'm not sure why. I think because I've been going through some things that are a little too personal to blog about so I'll write about other stuff.

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Barack Obama held a rally in Austin last Friday. Unfortunately, I couldn't go because I was too busy at work, but I sure did get excited about it.

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It's that time of year again and I appear to be getting sucked in. That's right, I am watching American Idol. I skipped the guys on Tuesday because they sucked so badly last week and I only caught the tail end of the girls last night because I didn't get home from yoga until around 7:30, but I'm still following it nontheless. Why oh why does this happen to me? I usually lose interest once my favorite is gone and I haven't picked a favorite yet, although there are a few front runners.

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We owe the IRS $3,000. That sucks.