Feels Good

Sometimes I feel like I have it so easy. Life is good. So good I feel the need to record it so that when it passes I have something to refer back to. I feel like a lot of people don't appreciate or maybe they don't even realize when they're happy. Some people tend to pick at the bad things or manage to find something wrong in every situation. Running is hard and it hurts. But how great is it that you can feel that hurt? That you have two legs that can not only run but run fast?

One of my upcoming goals for the summer is to raise money for the American Cancer Society. Together, Dave and I have made it our mission to raise $1,000, which I think we can do. I'm really excited because it gives my training and the actual marathon more meaning that running it just for myself.

On another note, I was in Charlotte, NC last weekend for a tennis reunion. It was really wonderful re-connecting with my old teammates and just discussing all that we've been through in the past few years. We have literally spent days and hours together in practice, matches, in the van, traveling, and of course partying on the weekends. There's a connection we have that no one else will get because we know what we've been through together. I can probably say those girls have seen the best and worst of me. I feel like a different person than when I was in school though. I feel happier.

OK there's ambulances and fire trucks outside my apartment so I'm afraid my joy-fest is about over.

** Update: There was a small house fire a few buildings down from me. I haven't been outside to see the damage but the fire trucks were there for several hours.

On another note, literally as I was writing this post about happiness I was receiving messages from someone who it felt like was trying to upset me. I always feel like this person has a dark cloud overhead and just caries misery and negativity wherever he/she goes. After receiving the last hurtful text message I could take, I calmly read the message, deleted all of the messages sent from that night, and said a little prayer wishing that one day this person would find peace with him/herself and with others.

I also had nightmares that included a little boy stabbing a little girl in the heart over and over again. I was using Dave as a shield protecting me from the little girl because she was evil. She didn't scream when she was being stabbed. Not sure what any of that means but it wasn't the most pleasant way to wake up this morning.