current state of mind: filtering like a champ
Real love, real love
I don’t know how we got it
But I don’t want to fuck it up
Real love, the push and the shove
You’re the only one I want
But I’m scared to death of . . . losing
~ “Ballad of Nobodies” by Red Wanting Blue
In a couple of months I am possibly* running in my first 5k. I am possibly* looking forward to the event – though it would be remiss of me to conveniently forget to mention that I will possibly* be running it with K-Shrub who will have had “the Pregnant” for almost 8 months. She is the one who convinced me to possibly* sign up. Her major selling point was: “You’ll get to walk most of it and it will look like you are the nice runner who decided to walk with her pregnant sister instead of running it like you wanted to.” Now she and I both know that I am not a runner. She is the one who runs. In fact, 4 of my 5 siblings are runners. TJ and I are the only ones who refuse to lace up our trainers and hit the pavement. Yes, I will walk 60 miles over 3 days; but I have yet to run 3.8 miles (or whatever a 5k is). In fact, I haven’t run over a mile since college. I am willing to consider it, however.
My “the Office” calendar from yesterday gave me some good advice, courtesy of Darryl:
“Look, you need to pick yourself up, man up, all right? You will win this in the end. It’s all about heart and character. Be your best self . . .Yeah . . . I have no idea what his problem is. That’s just my standard advice. It’s good advice, right?”
I’ll take it.
PERSONAL NOTE: Thanks for all that you do to put a smile on my face. I am lucky!
CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: I believe in you. I do.