Waking up August 2nd continues to put a smile on my face. Four years ago it was because I was starting a new job, a new life, all in a new city.
Kind of hard to imagine, at that time, anything in life that could surpass that type of anniversary.
A wedding will easily trump that. Perhaps I’m finally getting old, but it’s hard to believe that Darco and I have known each other for 3 1/2 years, have been together for 3 years, and now officially married for 2 years.
I appreciate the fact that there’s still so much to learn about one another; that learning process never stops. At the same time watching our growth as individuals and as a couple has been fascinating.
Yesterday was calm and quiet. It revolved around our house church group and planning the future. Relocating to the city, selling vehicles, etc…we can’t deny the reality that we’re adults doing “adult things” (Darco embraces that truth far better compared to myself).
Either way, here’s to another year of adventures, stories, and memories. Make no mistake, even through the chaos of our lives, in the end I can look at my wife and acknowledge how beautifully blessed I am.
Note: Anniversary cake two years in the freezer...not so much.
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:
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.
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.
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.
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*.
*It’s nearly 100 degrees outside, I’ll be training inside where it’s safe.
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 →
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.
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?
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.