I really biffed it at work yesterday. In my usual hyper speed, I came bebopping into the back room to mix my color for my client. Being vertical challenged, I am used to jumping on counters and climbing on washing machines. I do my usual tap tap hop unto the washing machine to grab my developer.
I saw my body before my eyes. My mind twirled "SAVE YOUR KNEES"!
"Twirl your body and land like a feather."
BA ha...Not so graceful. What goes up; must come down and down I went, slipping on the laundry detergent. My legs did moves I haven't done since rocking out the clubs in my 20's.
I had an audience of a half dozen girls eating their lunch. Their food hanging out of there mouths they didn't know whether to laugh or cry for me.
I saw Megan, she looked mortified, "ANITA!!" She was so stunned by my stunt that she accidently took a picture of HERSELF watching me!
As quickly as I came down, I popped back up. "I'm good!" In my mind, I was trying to secretly assess the damage. Everything felt "OK" except my pride, I killed it!
I tried to put the visual of my slip and fall behind me. When I woke up today, I couldn't figure out why my knee was hurting so bad. I thought I saved the knees. They are even uglier than they were before I fell. My poor knobby knees are all purple.
As ugly as my legs are they worked just fine today on my run.
I headed to Genesys to meet Joan. Joan is the gal that I ran Clarkston Backroads with the last 2 years. Joan is my little piece of Ariel. She was Ariels sorority sister. They were very close.
Out of one of the worst tragedies of my life God blessed me with the opportunity to love on Ariels closest friends. This was very healing for me as well.
I have days that I want to hide in the darkness of my grief. My heart is overflowing in misery. As I drove to meet Joan, I could feel the tears welling up. I wanted to embrace my grief, I wanted to curl up into myself, sink deep into the darkness that was so inviting. I wanted to hold myself, cuddled in memories, wrapped in my favorite blanket and paralyzed from the weight of the world.
Wipe Your Face and breathe.
I had a great run with Joan. She is like my Ariel, she has this larger than life smile. Such a breath of fresh air. Until she had me running so hard I couldn't get air!
It was a good day. I watched my Uncle at almost 80 get a phone number from a woman at Wendys! All flustered he couldn't figure out where he parked!
Then Mom got in the wrong car and peed her pants laughing at her mistake.
As I finish this post, I am reminded Laughing is what I do best. As much as I may want to cry, I want to laugh more.
Sometimes you have to laugh through the tears.
Big Congrats to Michelle B. She made it into the Chicago Marathon through the lottery! And a KILLER PR at The Flying Pig marathon this past weekend!
|Went from Alecs XC to Austins Track Meet. I love running after these boys of mine.|