current state of mind: filtering like a
champ
Real love, real love
I don’t know how we got it
But I don’t want to fuck it up
Real love, the push and the shove
You’re the only one I want
But I’m scared to death of . . . losing
~ “Ballad of Nobodies”
by Red Wanting Blue
In a couple of months I am possibly* running in my first
5k. I am possibly* looking forward to
the event – though it would be remiss of me to conveniently forget to mention
that I will possibly* be running it with K-Shrub who will have had “the
Pregnant” for almost 8 months. She is
the one who convinced me to possibly* sign up.
Her major selling point was:
“You’ll get to walk most of it and it will look like you are the nice
runner who decided to walk with her pregnant sister instead of running it like
you wanted to.” Now she and I both know
that I am not a runner. She is the one
who runs. In fact, 4 of my 5 siblings
are runners. TJ and I are the only ones
who refuse to lace up our trainers and hit the pavement. Yes, I will walk 60 miles over 3 days; but I
have yet to run 3.8 miles (or whatever a 5k is). In fact, I haven’t run over a mile since
college. I am willing to consider it,
however.
My “the Office” calendar from yesterday gave me some good
advice, courtesy of Darryl:
“Look, you need to pick yourself up, man up, all right? You
will win this in the end. It’s all about heart and character. Be your best self
. . .Yeah . . . I have no idea what his problem is. That’s just my standard
advice. It’s good advice, right?”
I’ll take it.
PERSONAL NOTE: Thanks for all that you do to put a smile on
my face. I am lucky!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I believe in you. I do.
