not that you wanted to know all that. its like moths to a flame! ha ha ha.
i have been thinking about quitting my "official" diet plan thing. its kind of expensive and i can't follow it exactly due to travel and. but something interesting is happening...when i'm out and about whether on the road or at the grocery store, i don't feel like buying candy. when i was on the road i would always buy a candy bar at the airport, although i'm not sure why. when i got home the other day from my recent travellings it dawned on me that i didn't even think about buying something to snack on at the airport. weird.
what i did buy at the airport was the current issue of runners world (i need to renew my subscription). it was really something to see dianna's letter to the editor thing in print. i seem to remember she had an entry about it recently, but it was really amazing to see it in the magazine. cool!
and i shouldn't admit this but who am i kidding i've basically written about everything else under the sun here ('cept job specifics), but i almost shed a real live tear drop from my eyes after reading that one story about that chick who's NASA husband/runner dude died. i felt so bad for her. it was a well written article. it made me think back to my childhood friend who died from cancer in his 20's....his wife (also in her 20's) was wailing and crying at the funeral (or was it the showing?) and it was one of the top 2 or 3 worst things i've ever experienced in my life, seeing her cry and my friend in the casket. i couldn't even go up there to see him like that. it always makes me wonder if i'm doing enough with my life. i don't think i am. i can always do more, i should be doing more. well that is something for another time.
later dudes.
i have been thinking about quitting my "official" diet plan thing. its kind of expensive and i can't follow it exactly due to travel and. but something interesting is happening...when i'm out and about whether on the road or at the grocery store, i don't feel like buying candy. when i was on the road i would always buy a candy bar at the airport, although i'm not sure why. when i got home the other day from my recent travellings it dawned on me that i didn't even think about buying something to snack on at the airport. weird.
what i did buy at the airport was the current issue of runners world (i need to renew my subscription). it was really something to see dianna's letter to the editor thing in print. i seem to remember she had an entry about it recently, but it was really amazing to see it in the magazine. cool!
and i shouldn't admit this but who am i kidding i've basically written about everything else under the sun here ('cept job specifics), but i almost shed a real live tear drop from my eyes after reading that one story about that chick who's NASA husband/runner dude died. i felt so bad for her. it was a well written article. it made me think back to my childhood friend who died from cancer in his 20's....his wife (also in her 20's) was wailing and crying at the funeral (or was it the showing?) and it was one of the top 2 or 3 worst things i've ever experienced in my life, seeing her cry and my friend in the casket. i couldn't even go up there to see him like that. it always makes me wonder if i'm doing enough with my life. i don't think i am. i can always do more, i should be doing more. well that is something for another time.
later dudes.
posted by brent at
10:23 PM
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D, at 7:47 AM
I've never been to an actual funeral. The closest thing to it would be a small family golf game. Ok let me explain. It was hubby's grandfather and he was golfing 5 days a week well into his 90s when he died. The family thought the best way to mark his passing was for family and friend to play a round of golf in his memory at the club he was a member of. The club even waved the green fees for the event. It was cool, but sad in a way. Somehow in some ways it was like he was there with us. I had been on the course with him before and in my mind I could see & hear his reactions as we played through each hole. It was more a celebration of his life than a morning of his death.
He was part of the reason I began training for and ran my first half marathon. If he could be so healthy and active into his 90s I wanted to be like that too.
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Dawn - Pink Chick Tris, at 9:27 PM
Good post, so many different ideas... I will follow the easier course and comment about all the hot-girl action you're seeing lately. Dude!
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M@rla, at 9:19 AM
Funerals and death in general always make us reflect on our own mortality which is, I'm certain, a good thing. Thinking about your contribution can be positive as long as you don't use it to beat yourself up, only as a way to reach for still greater things.
As to the hot girls...DUH! You're a total cutie with a good job and lots of interesting things to talk about - who WOULDN'T want you???
:-)
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Denise, at 10:51 AM
Hot girls. Candy bars. Funerals. Tear drops. A post for everybody somehow.
Be careful of Western girls melting at your feet. There was a witch from the west who went off like that. Sad story.
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David, at 5:22 PM
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