Saturday, September 15, 2012

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

What kickstarted me (again).

So, there I was last Friday.  Getting ready for work.  Thinking about how badly I want to run a 5K again.  My thoughts drifted to last year's Monster Dash.  My thoughts drifted to Christa and Katie.  My thoughts walked me to Facebook.  My thoughts were the reason for this post.

So, there I was on Saturday.  Taking a break from cleaning my apartment.  Perusing blogs I enjoy reading.  There's a few blogs I haven't been keeping up with since before the wedding, like Can You Stay For Dinner?  I came across this post, which then led me to the original and full blog post on Flintland.

This blog post is what solidified my return and desire to run again.  Seriously, click that little link.  You will not be sorry you read it.  It moved me to tears because I am that girl.  I'm the girl who can barely run and I think it is amazing people like the writer are out there. 

If you didn't figure out from the above Facebook postings, Christa and I are running the 5K while Katie is running the half marathon.  If anyone else wants to run the 5K with us, let me know!  Katie had the genius idea today at work that if we had five girls, we could all dress as the Spice Girls.  Truly great idea.  So, I'm recruiting three more people - not strictly female.  We could do away with two people since we could be the Spice Girls post Ginger Spice leaving the group.  If this happens, I would like to go on the record and say I call Sporty Spice. 

Alright, enough of the Spice Girl tangent.  Moral of the story?  Read the linked blog post, for you won't be sorry.  I hope your week is going well.  Tomorrow is hump day. 

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Ever so slowly.

Ever so slowly, life has begun to calm down post wedding.  Wedding planning is still a not-so-distant memory, but it is gaining more distance with each passing day.

I would like to thank everyone who made the wedding possible, especially my parents.  Without their love and support, it wouldn't have been possible.  The wedding was everything I ever dreamed about and it was utterly perfect.  When I think back to that day that was merely a month ago, snippets of memories flash through my mind.  People have posted a lot of these memories on Facebook in photo form.  There's a few though, that I don't have a photo of yet.  I've tried to describe them as best as possible.

Starting out the day cuddling with Charlie. (Becky's photo)

Fixing Christa's shorts after they ripped. (Katie's photo)
Being in the church basement with only my mom and photographer.  I wouldn't have gotten dressed for my wedding any other way.  I'm happy that the only person to see me in my wedding dress (besides photos) was my mom.  It was a special time for us.  Anyway, crying with my mom in the church basement right before I was to go and see Sean and begin our photos.  That will always be special to me.  I'm looking forward to seeing those photos.

Walking down the aisle doing the ugly cry because a minute before my dad and I had been crying together. (Rebecca's photo)
The hand off.  This photo doesn't even need a description. (Rebecca's photo)
The, "We are married." conversation Sean and I had quick. (Rebecca's photo)

First dance with my husband. (Rebecca's photo)
Charlie was the most dedicated dancer of the night.  He was probably saying, "More." (Becky's photo)

So, thank you (again) to everyone who made that day possible and everyone who was a part of that day.  You all mean so much to me and I love you.

Ever so slowly, life is going back to the way it was before.  My wedding dress will get preserved and the decorations will be incorporated into everyday life.  We'll be set in the housewarming department with all the gray vases we have.  I need to get that stuff from my parents house.  I want to make curtains out of the table runners.  I have plans for that stuff.  My mom is going to make three thousand white dish scrubbers with all the leftover tulle.

Ever so slowly, I begin to look forward to what life has in store.  It's just getting good.