I have met some incredible people, one in particular that blows my mind. It's still new, it's still fresh, and there are a lot of unknowns. And, I don't care... I only care for the company, the 6 hour conversations, the adventures, the disc golf, and the way I feel. I am not insecure, I am not being the co-dependent asshole I usually am... I am simply living in the moment, and loving everything about it. "Carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero."
One of my goals for myself is to become a teacher; to help kids learn about language and what it means. This too is something that is happening. I know I am going to be a great teacher because I sucked at school, and I had and must continue to work on learning. Writing never came easy for me, and while I write some pretty awesome stuff, it takes a lot for me to write. I am getting better at it because I have to write a ridiculous amount for school and work, but I understand the struggle school and learning can be. And I want to be that teacher that encourages students and tells them they have potential, because we all do... some of us just have to work on it harder than others.
Oh. And then there is this:
Can I just say how fucking hard this was?! I threw up after mile 3, couldn't feel my feet after mile 6, and started crying at mile 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, and 13. Just a little tear here and there, but mile 10, when I was so close to being done, but so fucking miserable and tired and sore did the tears actually start coming down my face. I am so proud of myself, and I am so impressed with myself. Especially since at mile 5 I was about to give up and just say "fuck it." And even though my mind was talking negatively about myself, I pushed through and I finished. I can actually walk again, but my poor feet are still in bad shape. I had some pretty bad blisters all over my feet, two being bigger than a silver dollar and so plumped up it looked like a lemon. But I did it. Holy fuck I DID IT. And, I would totally do it again... I will just train longer, harder, and better next time.
I bought two graduation dresses... I bought two because I couldn't decide... because they are both just so cute. Anthropologie is the death of me. I love their dresses so much. I love their clothes, but their dresses seem to fit me a lot better. I bought both of them in a size smaller than I am currently. They both fit, don't get me wrong, but they will fit better with 20 pounds removed from my body. I am leaning towards the yellow one... and I have these cute red mary jane highheels to wear with the dress I decide:
Come on... how cute is this?!
It is not black, but a navy blue... which would also look fabulous with my red shoes.
I haven't been able to go to the gym or "boot camp" at my gym because my ankle has been kind of screwy since the marathon, and I don't want to injure myself anymore. I am hoping this next week I can at least start going swimming or something that is not high impact on my legs. 20 pounds will come off!!
I am growing out my hair a bit, and it has been so hard for me not to cut it off. I am actually wearing it in this ridiculously little pony tail because it looks like a mullet when I wear it flat. It's getting there, but it is annoying. I haven't had my hair this "long" in a year... It's been super short since I started my new job last year. Ugh. I just need it a bit longer so I can curl it to hide the awkwardness of the growing out process.
Let's see... what else, what else... Nothing really. Life is good. Health is good. Spirits are good, and 2011 has been awfully incredible so far.
