"We are different, in essence, from other men. If you want to win something, run 100 meters. If you want to experience something, run a marathon."
- Emil Zatopek, Czech runner, winner of four Olympic gold medals
In high school, I ran track one season (sophomore year)- I actually managed to letter but didn't stay with it. I convinced myself it wasn't worth my time, the other girls were better than me, etc. etc. During college, I gained some weight (whose with me!) worked out off and on. During my final year of college I weighted about 185ish (I'm 5'10) and wasn't really on the whole work out train. I also struggled with bulimia my senior year of high school and senior year of college.
The year after graduating was difficult. I felt lost and out of place. It was such an adjustment to be working all day every day in a field I hated (customer service thank you very much!). Our economy had just crashed and it was a pretty bleak place. I started drin…
this was a post originally published on the now defunct blog - wifessionals. I never posted it here so I thought I would share. Last night, for the first time, Addy asked me about "mommy's mommy" - if she could come visit, where her house was, if we could go see her house, etc. You guys, it was like a punch to the gut. The thing about these losses that we suffer, it doesn't really get easier. The adage "time heals all wounds"? not true. we learn to live with them, so that they don't swallow our entire lives, which is good and needed. because life deserve to be lived. yet, every once in a while we see the loss for what it is- gut wrenching, soul numbing, blackness.
In case you were wondering how we handled it. I simply said that grandma couldn't visit because she lived too far away. I know that Addy didn't really know what she was asking and I am certainly not in a position to lay down concrete views of heaven on a two year old.