The person in this world that I think is the smartest told me that "shapely" is an old-school word (my term, not hers) for hot (another one of my words, not hers). That person is my mom and since she is old school and not so hot, I figure she would know. Let me back up...that was mean to say my moms not hot, but she's my mom and as far as I'm concerned shes had sex 3 times in her life. End of story. I do think my mom has a beautiful, untarnished face. She's never been much a sun worshiper, or a makeup wearer and now that she's approaching 60 she has this natural beauty about her face that I just think is, well, beautiful. Anyway, enough about my mom.
10 days and counting and I've already decided what I'm gonna do next. It's here. And it's on 1-7-2007. And I have a love for 7's, so I think this is next. I've already mapped out a training schedule. I'm such a nerd. But really, this is the only goal that I've set my mind to and not let anything stand in my way. Not bad shoes, not slow running, not even a cast has stopped me. And I just love it. This is my thing. The thing that I've been looking for when I volunteer, when I can't say no, when I try to do it all. This is what I was supposed to be doing. And now I'm doing it.
My aunt and uncle are in town this weekend and my aunt was asking me about all my volunteer activities. The last time I saw her I think I was signed up to do everything volunteer-related within a 50 mile radius of my home town. And it felt so good to tell her that the activities were ending and that I wasn't renewing my membership, because I'd found what I was looking for: running. It was really kind of cool because she's followed my ups and downs over the last several years and to finally look someone in the eyes and tell them I'm happier than I have ever been in my life. That everything is great. That I have a fabulous boyfriend. That I have a new passion in running. That my careeer is going well. That I'm going to be just fine. Well, it just felt like I had made it. No more trying to impress people with my overachieving skills. No more trying to cover up mistakes and look like the picture of perfection. No more. Now, I'm just me doing my thing and enjoying every minute of it!
I still miss T and will say that every day until he gets back...I just do.
Have a great holiday weekend!