If we were hanging out at happy hour having a glass of wine, a shot of Fireball, a frosty mug of beer or simply a sip of moonshine (<can you tell I just got back from Virginia?), I would tell you that I had a walk down memory lane this weekend visiting both Richmond (where I met Ken and lived for a bit) and James Madison University (Harrisonburg, VA), where I got my undergrad.
It was homecoming weekend, but also a chance for Ken and his friends to show off being 50 years old:
|This is clearly how 50 year olds act. I am 49 and I would never do that.|
I would tell you that Ken dug up some JMU shirt I never even knew he had from 30 years ago. I would tell you he looked really sexy in it and that it's pretty easy for me to check his moles when he wears it.:
|I'm going to borrow it and wear it with the hole in the front.|
I would tell you that it's odd to go back so many years later and remember how you felt when you were 19, 20, 21. And when you lived in the top right corner of this building (which used to basically feel like a convent and now it's co-ed and God only knows the things that go on. STD-City!).
|Attractive 60s/70s architecture|
I would then try to show off for a minute and would tell you that when I was 19 I rappelled down the face of that very building with ROTC. No I was not in ROTC (can you even imagine that?) but they were doing a practice drill and they let me do it too. No one cared about liability shit in 1986). That is me:
|Outstanding form for a scared shitless person|
|Red Solo Cup! Just like the college kids!|
If we were having a cocktail or two I'd tell you that Ken and I tried to go on a trail run in the Shenandoah mountains and it was kind of a disaster. We had researched a run that people actually do, but found that the trail really wasn't that runnable at all. In fact, it took us almost 3 hours to go 9 miles. This was really the only stretch of trail you could run, which clearly I'm happy about.
I would tell you that I thought for sure I had poison ivy on every portion of my exposed skin and tics in every crevasse, but I didn't. Sure was pretty though!
If we were having a bottle of wine each, I would tell you that you really need to plan your travel plans around festive holidays because drinks were free on Southwest when we flew on Halloween.
|Take me home you people with free drinks. I even dressed up as a tired traveler.|
Then I would tell you that I applied to be on two triathlon teams (one local and one national) and did not get onto either one. I would lie and say rejection is good for the soul because it makes you tougher and is just a part of life, but I would really feel kind of crappy and wonder why they didn't take me. Ouch.
If we were drinking our asses off I would tell you that my runs this week have felt kind of blah and I've had a hard time getting out there. But, I have been getting out there. I don't know if it's age, too much wine or my attitude, but I rarely have a running moment that feels effortless. It just feels pretty hard most of the time. But I do it because I know how to Shut the Eff Up and Run.
And, on that note, I need to say goodbye so I can go to bed and wake up and hopefully not suffer too much on tomorrow's run.
If we were having a cocktail, what would YOU tell ME? Spill it.