XXXI: Three Steps Back


Last week, at the pinnacle of frustration, I stopped running. I mean that I quite literally haven’t ran since last Tuesday. That’s the longest period (five days) consecutively that I haven’t done anything fitness related in well over a year. I spent the time with my wife, explaining to her why I just don’t want to run, how the fire just burned out.

it’s a strange sensation. It wasn’t that I was tired of running, and personally I was enjoying the results. However, to be honest, it’s hard to keep moving when you’re trying to impress one person…and they don’t always notice. I simply shared that to Darco, because I want her to be proud that she’s married me. The hope is that she got a guy who doesn’t play video games (usually), stays in shape, cooks, cleans, etc…Most of this stems directly from a previous marriage where my existence was debatable at best.

I suppose what I learned from all of this was a few key pieces:

  1. You really can’t do anything by yourself. Sure, I can run by myself without issue. However, it still takes a crew of motivators, if nothing else, to keep me moving each day.
  2. Breaks are alright. Five days worth of horrible eating, too much coffee, and dehydration. I’ve been bad on my body, but thankfully five questionable days outweigh a years worth of the same habits.
  3. I am strong. Even though I’ve been off the running circuit lately, I’m ready to get going again. Three, four, five years ago if I would have been off, I would have easily stayed off.
  4. Good ideas can stem from time away from the road. I’ve enjoyed my fun on the road, and I completely understand that for the vast majority of people there is no joy behind running. However, that isn’t the same as just moving. The belief, “If you’re moving, you’re winning”. I’ve chatted with Darco about making a family fitness and health blog. It may take her a while to come around, but I think that kind of side project would keep us both vested in the opportunities that exist outside of just running.

With all of that said…

I’m ready to hit the gym*.

-D-

*It’s nearly 100 degrees outside, I’ll be training inside where it’s safe.

XXXI: Running Out


Another step.
Another minute.
Another goal.
Another mile.
Another dream.

I’ve been considering giving up the ambition of running. I haven’t hit a wall, I haven’t been dealt too many injuries, and I’m not really on the verge of burning out.

I’m just tired of being my own fuel. Continue reading

XXXI: Birthday’s and Laundry Detergent


This tends to be a rather crazy two weeks for Darco and myself. Her birthday is tomorrow, mine is later this week, and our anniversary is just over two weeks from now. Throw in new teacher orientation this year for me, beginning on July 31st, and the next couple weeks are busy.

I suppose I should have thought about that while having a conversation with my wife this evening. This one I can file under, “Times That I’ve Screwed Up” in our marriage. She asked me about my birthday, gifts, and some past experiences with it. Through the conversation, turned into slight argument, she let me know that for our anniversary she wanted to get me a new wedding band.

Alright, first you need to know something my wedding band. While it isn’t your standard band, it is indeed a Walmart special. When we went shopping for my band we had about $25 dollars to our name. Continue reading

XXXI: 4 years, 37000 views, and many lifetimes later


I can hear my wife sleeping. She’s been asleep for nearly three hours now. Six hours ago she arrived back into the United States from her first international mission trip. As you could imagine, she’s rather tired. I’ve checked on her a few times, but she’s just sprawled out on the bed, soaking up the air conditioning, and peacefully asleep.

Not too bad for four years of reliving life.

It dawned on me a few days ago that I had passed the yearly anniversary of the founding of FilingThePapers. As much as I hate cliches, life really does fly by when you’re having fun. I went ahead and popped back to this time in 2011. On this day; I had began the process of collecting my belongings down south and awaited my new life up here. Honestly, I could have never predicted the life that was waiting for me. I’ve made business, failed business, hired, and fired. I’ve had bills caught up, and I’ve ran the risk of having my electricity shut off. I was single, I was alone, and I was angry for so long. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Jetplane


Strange sensation coming in the next twenty-four hours.

I’ll be alone for an entire week.
That means no wife for an entire week.
You want to talk about being scared?

Bingo.

Because of school obligations next week I had to humbly bow out of an opportunity to go with a mission team to the country of El Salvador for the week. However, potentially the most shocking thing witness for the year to date, was watching my wife step up and state that she’d like to go to El Salvador in my place.

Earth shaking cool.

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Mobile Minutes: Sparks


Sometimes life gets too crazy. Between work, life, and some hospital time because of some family health issues; my wife and I haven’t really seen much of one another.

Heading to lunch today I turned off the radio, and simply said…

Let’s go buy a gross of bottle rockets, a lighter, and a six pack of beer. We’ll go out to a country bridge, shoot bottle rockets, have a drink, and just hang out.

She accepted the invitation.

We can have every party, every family member, and possible firework known to man kind, but if we don’t have time for just one another…everything else is worthless.

I have zero regrets for those two hours, alone, on an abandoned bridge, shooting fireworks at the river with my best friend.

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No display tops that.

-D-