I wish it were 12:30am on a Friday or Saturday late night out, but it is Sunday and I have work in the morning. I fully intended to roll onto my back and, snuggled deep in my covers, drift gently to sleep. Instead, I’m here wishing I were tired enough to lay still in bed. If my mind were preoccupied with concerns or wild imaginations, I would understand, but I am content. If worry isn’t keeping me up, what is?
Switching topics:
The picture next to the computer is an old one of me doing hurdles in high school. From what I can tell, I am in 2nd place out of 4 in my heat (not shabby, lane position is 5 so it should be like that). In my first race at the “high” height – 33 inches – I fell twice. I finished the race with several scrapes and a broken trust in the people who told me it was only 30 inches. It would eventually become my favorite race. Even though it wasn’t my best event, I was able to compete well and enjoyed the rush of the gun blast and the first eight steps that set up the rest of the race.
The picture belongs in an old album, and I’m not sure if it fell out or if I had it in a separate group. I look at that picture and see the many ways my high school youth defined itself. I should put it away, but I like remembering that time (perhaps I like remembering being in that kind of shape…). I like remembering what determination and fearlessness can accomplish.
P.S. I am glad I no longer need to wear electric pink and blue spikes in order to reach my goals.
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I wish it were 12:30am on a Friday or Saturday late night out, but it is Sunday and I have work in the morning. I fully intended to roll onto my back and, snuggled deep in my covers, drift gently to sleep. Instead, I’m here wishing I were tired enough to lay still in bed. If my mind were preoccupied with concerns or wild imaginations, I would understand, but I am content. If worry isn’t keeping me up, what is?
Switching topics:
The picture next to the computer is an old one of me doing hurdles in high school. From what I can tell, I am in 2nd place out of 4 in my heat (not shabby, lane position is 5 so it should be like that). In my first race at the “high” height – 33 inches – I fell twice. I finished the race with several scrapes and a broken trust in the people who told me it was only 30 inches. It would eventually become my favorite race. Even though it wasn’t my best event, I was able to compete well and enjoyed the rush of the gun blast and the first eight steps that set up the rest of the race.
The picture belongs in an old album, and I’m not sure if it fell out or if I had it in a separate group. I look at that picture and see the many ways my high school youth defined itself. I should put it away, but I like remembering that time (perhaps I like remembering being in that kind of shape…). I like remembering what determination and fearlessness can accomplish.
P.S. I am glad I no longer need to wear electric pink and blue spikes in order to reach my goals.
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