Currently, I am listening to Elton John's Tiny Dancer. This song stirrs nostaliga in me. Which is silly since I wasnt even born when this song came out. For as silly as I am, the line that resonates with me is 'count the headlights on the highway'. Mostly because of my experience yesterday morning.
I decided that by the end of this month, I would at least shuffle thru a 5k that is being held in Little Rock. My company is sponsoring it. My goal before my birthday was to run a marathon and while I highly doubt that will happen, I need to stop hiding from my goals and at least try for them.
So there I was, half asleep, wondering if the sun would be coming up at all yesterday morning. I had found this website that helps me see how far Ive run so I had it all down. I was ready to go until I realized I had chosen a route on a busy street with no sidewalks. Refusing to use that as an excuse to give up, I starting trying to speed walk thru a ditch. As you can imagine it didnt go well.
You know that way of falling when your momentum is ahead of you and you cannot seem to catch up with it, no matter how fast you run? So you end up doubled over and barreling forward, trying to keep your face from that first bite of asphalt? Right so I was doing that straight into a pole right in front of a line of cars.
To further illistrate my point, this link will take you to a video of people falling. Which, is classic in itself, but if you watch at 58 seconds, the woman sliding down the slide, thats what Im talking about. Like a duck running.
I was thankfully falling parallel to the road so I wasnt in danger, but those cars that were driving by at the time, I was counting those headlights in the early dawn light. 10 headlights to be exact... 5 cards with at least 5 people watching me faceplant. It was a good morning.
This idea brings me to a new subject. (Not really, I just needed a transition of some sort.) One of my coworkers has lost a lot of weight and I was asking her some questions about it. She gave me some tools that look like they could really help me. She also told me that eventually, your stomach adjusts to your new meal size and eventually you stop being hungry. Well let me tell you, three pounds down, three days into it and Im still hungry. Ive started fantasizing like that lion on Madagascar. You know when he starts running up and chewing on the zebra? Yeah... Im hungreh.
It is said a siren is made to sing, to lure sailors to their deaths with their beautiful songs. They were created for the single purpose of singing their songs. And so it is with me; I feel in my very bones that my life was created to write. My entire being is destined to word dance into peoples hearts and change them with the words on my heart. This is my journey to find my song, my dance, my words.
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