Beginning to feel my age, I suppose. My children are aging out and moving on, and while I still have 3 at home full-time and 1 away at college, I sometimes long for the old days. Before texting. Before Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat.
While I do remember how I felt "trapped" at home with no one around from time to time, I miss the old days when we could shut the world out. Really shut the world out. And the only way to let the world in was if they called on the phone or showed up on the door step.
I do enjoy having the technology now, but this mindset of having to respond instantaneously, (I mean really, does everyone respond like that? And why is that an expectation?) is driving me to start to wonder if I might go rogue and ditch my cell phone (don't really use it as a phone anyway), fb, and all the other "fun" things I feel slave to.
This would mean I would re-claim a landline and communicate via email or **GASP** hand-written letters! That would not be horrible. Maybe I would even finish one of the books in my stack. Or consistently write on the blog. I could be the new "hipster" thing. Hm.
(In an effort to get my blogging back in gear, I have taken the #microblogmonday challenge. You can jump back into blogging too!)
Had a nice day running at Ten for Texas on October 11th. I won't say I "raced" it, because, well, let's be real, you need to train to race and I have not been very successful with any real training most of the summer.
Still, I had a great run in the never- to-be-out-done warm and humid mid-October Saturday morning, aka Ten for Texas day. No PRs, but a respectable time of 1:31:xx.
Initially, this was to be my barometer race to see if I was in shape to give a go at a BQ in February. Even though I wasn't where I wanted to be, I ended up better than I expected I would so I have committed to a training plan for The Woodlands Marathon.
(In an effort to get my blogging back in gear, I have taken the #microblogmonday challenge. You can jump back into blogging too!)
You were taken from us a week ago today. Never did a daily mile post go by that you didn't add an encouraging word to. The advice you passed along through our email conversations will forever be saved in a special folder with your name on it.
Thank you for being a wonderful friend. I can not imagine how much your family misses you. I miss you. All of DM misses you. And most of us have never met you.
I pray I can touch half as many lives with half as much kindness as you did, friend. I pray that you and Dale are riding the hills of Heaven together while looking down on us. Don't mind our tears. They will fade in time leaving behind a smile that is there because we were blessed to know you.
I pray for the soul that hit you, going 100 miles per hour. I know that he can't live in peace now. May he find a way to go on in a constructive way, because I am certain you wouldn't want it any other way.
May your family recall all of the memories you have made together and that they share the many stories of your love and life with your grandchildren. I pray that your beautiful wife knows just how much you want to be with her. I also pray that she feels all of the love from the people around the globe that you have inspired and encouraged.
This week has been so difficult. I am thankful I was able to talk to you today while on my prayer walk. I was able to let go of some of the anger, some of the pain, some of the hurt. There will always be a Scott sized hole in my heart. Tonight, however, I bid you peace. Peace in the eternal space that only love resides.
Rest dear one.
