Summer reading.

I thought I'd keep track. Week three of summer and I've read:

She's Come Undone
Lucky
The Last Real Girls (about halfway)

I still have The Life of Pi sitting on my nightstand ready to read (I've started it a couple times) and then it's off to find some more books.

My throat is still freaking sore and my ear hurts. It's week three of this crap too and I'm pretty tired of it. Woke up with a crusty eye... again.

Eyes wide open.

I got this Iron and Wine CD from Jonathan's brother and sister-in-law for Christmas and I love it but it's taken me until now to really stop and listen to it.

I want to increase my vocabulary. I know words, I just don't use them. Or maybe I don't know them.

My theory is that my body somehow held out on falling ill while I was still in school, because the minute I was finished with year one at Washburn, I began to decompose. That's probably not the right word, but I'm going for drama so bear with me. Jonathan got sick first but he has the immune system of three horses so he didn't get all that sick and he bounced back pretty easily. I got his sore throat (most likely strep), sinus pain, headaches, and on top of that I got bonus back and neck pain, incessant coughing/sneezing, and then this morning I woke up with pink eye. But I'm surviving. Sleeping, watching movies, and reading... and thanking God that I'm not in school dealing with myself being sick. I'm a baby when I'm sick - very needy. I think I'll always be that way, but then again when I have children that could change.

I love the smell of freshly cut grass, clean sparkly blue swimming pools, and cherry twin popsicles. And hugs.

Lincoln Marathon.

If you want to win something, run 100 meters. If you want to experience something, run a marthon.
-Emil Zatopek



To be able to draw deep and pull something out of yourself is one of the most tremendous things about the marathon.
- Rob de Castella


Some of the world's greatest feats were accomplished by people not smart enough to know they were impossible.
- Doug Larson


You must do that which you think you cannot.
- Eleanor Roosevelt


The miracle isn't that I finished. The miracle is that I had the courage to start.
- John Bingham

2,880 minutes.

That's two full days between me and the marathon. I'm speechless. I got to go shopping this evening and I bought a ton of energy gels, a few Luna/Clif bars, Jelly Belly sport beans (YUM), and some iron-on transfers so now my pink sleeveless tee is all ready for the run. It has my name and "first marathon" so people can cheer me on and understand why I'm not exactly the fastest runner there. Yay!

Tomorrow is the last day of class. The last day of my first year of grad school. I'm in shock that it's gone this fast - it's been a pretty incredible school year. But anyway I made blueberry muffins and cranberry orange muffins for my classmates so I hope they like them.

I need to sleep.

OH MY GOSH I'M GOING TO RUN A MARATHON!

I am never broken.

I'm not really sure why, but I'm feeling a tad nostalgic and missing good friends tonight. I've had a rough day and there really wasn't any one thing to make me feel bad or sad but just life in general and thoughts and words... And I'm wondering where my friends are and why there aren't 30 or 60 or four other women here to help me get over myself.

I miss my friend Sarah. We were really close and supportive of each other and I miss that. We kinda fell apart and it was a while ago now - long enough that I can objectively look back on our freindship and see how important it was to both of us at that point in our lives.

I miss my Courtney. I don't think it's possible to be around her without laughing and remembering to count my blessings and be happy in the moment.

Of course I miss all my friends and I don't see or call any of them nearly enough to let them know how much they mean to me and how I don't know who I'd be without them.
Thank you all for what you've given and how you've encouraged me and helped me to be a better person. I think I'm just scared that I won't be that person now that you're not all around me as much.
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If I could tell the world just one thing,
It would be that we're all okay
And not to worry,
'Cause worry is wasteful
And useless in times like these