Kate’s dad passed away last night, after an unexpected and rushed trip to the hospital last week. It’s a very sad day for the Herd.
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I’m pleased to report that I successfully added the additional half mile to my run this morning, and I completed 3.5 miles in 30 minutes. To be fair, I don’t have any fancy GPS running gear – I mapped the route using google maps and logged my time using my watch. So, grain of salt and all but pretty damn close.
I felt good! Well, I felt good when I was done. My legs started getting tired somewhere around two and a half miles and in the last quarter of a mile – the incline – I solidified my decision to stay at 3.5 miles for at least a week. I’ll try for 4 miles before the end of the month but I’m not ready just yet.
Outdoor running definitely uses more of your entire body than jumping on the treadmill.
And don’t think I haven’t been trying on my skinny jeans after every run like, “Hey thighs! We ran today! Are you skinny yet? WTF?!” This evening I’m in the gym for shoulders and abs and I’m already wondering if or how sore abs will affect my run tomorrow morning.
Aside from my own personal triumphs, one of my most favorite people on my planet – someone that I love to my core – is going through a personal heartache that I can’t imagine. I feel helpless and sad and am mentally prepared to get a call at any moment that will put me on a plane to be there. I hope it doesn’t come to that for a while.
Prayers and good thoughts are appreciated for her.
I listened to Houses of the Holy this morning on my way to work and cried a little, thinking of you.
I was driving to work today and Bad Medicine came on the radio. It seems weird that I have such distinct and vivid memories of sitting on the floor of that classroom after school and listening to it as a “new song”. Every time I hear Bon Jovi I think of you. Every time I see (or wear!) Chuck Taylors, I think of you.
In a couple of months it will be seven years since you died. Last month it was 19 years (19? Is that right? Really?!) since your baby brother died. I think about your dad and Todd a lot. I think about them thinking of you and Justin. It makes me cry.
But, Trace, I’m happy to say that my life is good. So good! Finally! I just wish you were here to enjoy it with me.
I miss you and love you,
We made it up to Boston this past weekend, a success especially considering that the last time we tried that we ended up with The Weekend of Fail.
I’m interrupting this post to say: I know he’s an Iron Chef and all, but nothing that Bobby Flay makes looks good to me.
Anyway, Thursday night we were here:
and it was an absolute blast. Aside from the fact that Fenway is the fucking shit, I think the amazingly good time had something to do with the fact that we were with these kick ass people:
Oh yeah, and this guy may have had something to do with that as well.
Friday we went to see his grandfather and after lunch I managed to get lost when I went to get the car while they waited out front for me. In my defense, the streets of Marblehead were formed by cows and, dude, they are NOT on a grid. I was on a one way street and two blocks up from the restaurant and you’d think that making three lefts would get me back there but, sadly, no, that did not work. I finally made it back and we all laughed at my expense and, whatever. It was vacation and warm enough for them to be outside until I got back.
Friday night we partied with the Herd and can you believe that we didn’t take a single picture of that evening? I can’t either. I assure you that I was a great time.
Saturday morning was a bit of a cluster fuck and it’s not worth the story about why, but let’s just say that I was supposed to meet my mother for breakfast, making it the first time I’ve seen her in six years and she couldn’t make it but, oh, don’t you worry, she made up for it later. It was a weird day.
Lunch at my aunt’s was great even though we didn’t get to girl chat like we normally would have and Saturday evening I was asleep on the couch by 9:00. I’m wild like that.
We left Sunday morning without any trouble and had the dogs licking our faces by 4. I threw some chicken in the crockpot so we’d have something to eat this week because the fridge is bare after a weekend sans trip to the grocery store.
I temped one pathetic day this week and have a few hours for Thurs but that’s it. The lack of paycheck is getting old. Very, very old. And I’ve finally sold the last of anything valuable that I had – pulled it out of the safe and off it went. At least I’ll be able to pay my rent for another three months with the money.
Ok, I know you want to see one more:
November already, huh? We’re getting old, girl. Well, I’m getting old anyway. You should be too. How unfair!
Another year is coming to a close and I’m pretty glad. I think next year is going to be better but truthfully, I don’t know. Everything is all very up in the air – I suck at up in the air. I need a plan. Working on that…
I don’t really have anything major to report. Um..I’m having a good hair day. My back is a little tweaked, I think I slept on it wrong. Season 4 of LOST is coming to DVD on Dec 9 and it’s already in my blockbuster queue (you seriously have no idea how excited this makes me. Tracey, I hope they have LOST where you are.) I read a 500 page book this weekend about vampires. You would have loved it. We do love us some vampire stories, eh!
Overall, things are ok.
I talk to Josh every once in a while. We talk about you. We think about you a lot, you know.
So, another year. I’m celebrating for you tonight. Happy Birthday, friend.
I miss you and love you.
Today is the 5th anniversary of your death. I can’t pinpoint if it feels like a long time has passed, or if it feels like it was just yesterday. I for sure can’t wrap my brain around the events of my own life in the past five years but I have a very vivid recollection of standing in the cemetery the day we buried you. I was still angry at you then, for dying.
I talk to you sometimes, I’m not sure if you hear me or not. I’m not so happy these days, friend, and I’m sure it seems inclement for me to say that I wish we could switch places. I can’t seem to get this existence right and I think you probably could. I’m sorry I can’t make that happen.
I stopped by to see your dad and brother a couple of months ago. I was visiting Sarah, Kate and Erin and I made them drive through town so we could drive by your house. Your dad and brother were in the driveway and I made Sarah turn around and go back. When we pulled in they looked very confused, obviously having no idea who it was. But when the three of us piled out of the car they looked happy to see us, and a little sad too. I’m sure seeing us makes them think of you.
Oh – Todd is still hot.
I’m really lost, Tracey, and I don’t know what to do about it. I know it doesn’t do any good to look back, and I know having regrets is useless. Still, I’m having a hard time looking forward. Having a hard time feeling like there even is a forward. I’d give just about anything to go back to the days of Betty Lou and her new pair of shoes.
Shit, we used to laugh at that. I miss those really hearty, full bellied laughs that made our eyes water. I look forward to laughing like that again.
I hope where ever you are there is laughter like that for eternity.
I miss you. I love you, friend.