Who was I kidding when I signed up to work retail during the holidays? Just kidding....it's not so bad, just insanely busy. Today, I worked at 7:45 a.m. and there were people actually lined up at the door. Insane!
There isn't much of a reason for this post other than I am excited for Christmas and being able to go home, relax and enjoy my family. And the presents are a draw, too...more giving them than receiving, although receiving is nice.
It's late. I am tired and so I will say goodnight and Merry Christmas!
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
4-Mile Magic
I did it. I ran the whole thing...four miles last night.
I left work about 4:45 because I wanted to run before it was dark (I was by myself this time). I turned up my "pump up" music (a.k.a. Timbaland) really loud and on my way over to La Llorona, I decided I would try and go for the four mile mark. I never know from one day to the next how I will feel when I strap on my iPOD and start jogging. Some days I feel like I can't get a breath, the next I will run and run and run and not be tired, but yesterday I knew it was the day I could go as far as the sun would allow.
The first mile was difficult....daunting. But I cranked up Avril Lavigne and kept going. The next half mile went by like a breeze, but it helped that the sunset was making the Organ Mountains glow in an orange-y, purple kind of color and my mind was solely on the beauty of the landscape. I thought about how moving away from here would make me miss the unique beauty of the Southwest and by the time I was done daydreaming, I passed under the I-10 bridge, well on my way to the two-mile turn around point. I crossed over a irrigation ditch, with cold, running water and made it to the two-mile mark without much thought. When I turned around to go back, halfway to my goal, I took a deep breath and celebrated a little in my head.
The next mile sailed by. I had enough stamina to truly run without thinking about my breathing, although my foot hurt (stress fracture in my middle toe)...I was not going to give up on this milestone. The last mile was easy, too...all I could think about was getting back to my car to call my friends and family to tell them I was finally making progress.
I have to admit, when I finished and passed the "4-mile" marker, I jumped up and down waving my arms like Sylvester Stallone in "Rocky."
It's not huge in the scheme of things, but successfully completing those four miles did more for me than 1,000 compliments ever could. The sense of accomplishment is outstanding and now I truly knows what it is like to feel invincible.
Only 22 more to go...
I left work about 4:45 because I wanted to run before it was dark (I was by myself this time). I turned up my "pump up" music (a.k.a. Timbaland) really loud and on my way over to La Llorona, I decided I would try and go for the four mile mark. I never know from one day to the next how I will feel when I strap on my iPOD and start jogging. Some days I feel like I can't get a breath, the next I will run and run and run and not be tired, but yesterday I knew it was the day I could go as far as the sun would allow.
The first mile was difficult....daunting. But I cranked up Avril Lavigne and kept going. The next half mile went by like a breeze, but it helped that the sunset was making the Organ Mountains glow in an orange-y, purple kind of color and my mind was solely on the beauty of the landscape. I thought about how moving away from here would make me miss the unique beauty of the Southwest and by the time I was done daydreaming, I passed under the I-10 bridge, well on my way to the two-mile turn around point. I crossed over a irrigation ditch, with cold, running water and made it to the two-mile mark without much thought. When I turned around to go back, halfway to my goal, I took a deep breath and celebrated a little in my head.
The next mile sailed by. I had enough stamina to truly run without thinking about my breathing, although my foot hurt (stress fracture in my middle toe)...I was not going to give up on this milestone. The last mile was easy, too...all I could think about was getting back to my car to call my friends and family to tell them I was finally making progress.
I have to admit, when I finished and passed the "4-mile" marker, I jumped up and down waving my arms like Sylvester Stallone in "Rocky."
It's not huge in the scheme of things, but successfully completing those four miles did more for me than 1,000 compliments ever could. The sense of accomplishment is outstanding and now I truly knows what it is like to feel invincible.
Only 22 more to go...
Sunday, December 9, 2007
I need new shoes. I am getting old.
I used to be able to walk for a double shift at Cracker Barrel for hours and hours and hours without blinking. Now, I work nine hours at Barnes & Noble and my feet are begging to be cut off! I must be getting old!
I am basically tired of books at this point in my life. And Christmas. And activating gift cards.
BUT, what I am not tired of is running. I woke up this morning, text messaged Jeff, Claudia and Anela and ran the three miles my training said to. The weather was absolutely perfect...not too warm, not too cold, with a slight breeze and the fresh air that only comes with morning. La Llorona is so peaceful...and this morning was no different. There were a few people scattered about and I passed my aunt and uncle as they rode their bikes down the path. It felt great...I felt accomplished and I have realized that it feels great to finish one step among many on the way to something great.
I promise to all two of my readers that I will try to write more often this week...whenever I can. I have a hectic, crazy and all-out insane week ahead, but I will try my best.
I am basically tired of books at this point in my life. And Christmas. And activating gift cards.
BUT, what I am not tired of is running. I woke up this morning, text messaged Jeff, Claudia and Anela and ran the three miles my training said to. The weather was absolutely perfect...not too warm, not too cold, with a slight breeze and the fresh air that only comes with morning. La Llorona is so peaceful...and this morning was no different. There were a few people scattered about and I passed my aunt and uncle as they rode their bikes down the path. It felt great...I felt accomplished and I have realized that it feels great to finish one step among many on the way to something great.
I promise to all two of my readers that I will try to write more often this week...whenever I can. I have a hectic, crazy and all-out insane week ahead, but I will try my best.
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