XXXI: Double Edged Sword


I’m still on a learning curve, and I fear that I’m going to be here for a while. Part of the experience that comes with hanging out inside a middle school all day is rearranging my day-t0-day and hour-by-hour schedule. Praise God that I’m actually injured and out of the running for a few weeks because this evening perfectly captured the learning that I’m still trying to process. Continue reading

Mobile Minutes: Function


Maybe the weather? The snow? The cold? Whatever the case is I’m struggling to function today. I barely had a “deep sleep” last night, and that alone nearly KO’d me today at school.
I have a million things I need to do, but that element of movement…my body just refuses to comply. This is going to make tomorrow night very difficult for sure I’m afraid, but tonight…
To be real: It just isn’t happening.

-D-

XXXI: Recent Recap


Still trying to wake up…
Nasty stomach ache from eating fried squid kept me up this morning. Seems to be the theme of the week. Rarely have I awoken during the night, it’s been a tiring week. Since we’ve been swamped with things this week, I thought I’d drop a brief recap.
Life is pretty fun. Darco loves her new job, and I’m excited to actually, finally be a part of a school building. We’re commuting every day. She has the midweek off, and I have Saturday & Sunday off.
We’ve made financial sheets to assist the household, started making more meals from home, and are trying to be more physically active.
Bible study on Thursday is a nice, fresh breather in the week, and we continue to crave that interaction. Darco is teaching a Sunday School class on Sunday’s, and I’m working on a new project (for fun). Routine Monday through Friday is about our only chance for survival, that’s only half humorous.
Slowly, but surely, we’re getting bills caught up. Objective is to be 100% in the black by the time we move next May.
Our friends at the Boston Breakers (professional women’s soccer) are back at it, and after a year away from the insanity, Darco and I are pumped about supporting the Breakers from the Midwest.
I’m still trying to find time to run, and not break myself. I finally scheduled an appointment with an orthopedic sports doctor due to the ongoing issues with my Achilles (from April). It’s very discouraging as I would love to be able run without that nagging injury. Perhaps this winter will be a perfect time to rehab and recover. My big goal is to compete (and win) a mile race on July 4, 2015 in Flagstaff, Arizona. We’ll see how well that pans out.
Life is busy and life is good. I feel like I’m an official adult, and Darco and I are an official young couple. I suppose in a lot of ways I wouldn’t want it any other way, and it’s nice to wake up knowing you’re following God’s desired path.
-D-

XXXI: Straightening Out


Calm, warm Sunday.
I’m sitting at church, Darco is teaching a Sunday School class (incredible how much she’s grown), and I’m plotting out life in my head.

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Love my NumShirt!

Pieces of life swirl together, more and more of them are coming together. Darco starts her new position on Monday, meaning she’ll be carpooling with me to work from now on (that’s how close my school is to her new store). I’ll know tomorrow what I’ll need to do to apply for the full time IA position at the school, and will begin the process of becoming a full time district employee.
With the apartment lease up in May we’ll finally move to the city from where we currently reside. I’ll keep running, and hoping that Darco will join me, in the amount of free time through the week. We’ll start the process of enrolling me in a new college class to begin the reinstatement of my teaching certificate, so that I’m ready for the classroom come August of 2015. We’ll keep working with area families on a new church plant, and I’ll keep working with a local brewery on their marketability.
All the pieces are coming together to where “adulthood” will actually begin.

Hmmmm…just thought of a new shirt:

Eat. Sleep. Run. Repeat.

-D-

Mobile Minutes: Human After All


I’m trying to remember back to the last time I spent three hours in a workout of some sorts. I’m thinking 2006 was probably the last time, I was the true gym rat at college. Primarily because the girl I was dating at the time was on the volleyball team, and I wanted to attempt to be as fit as she was (not even close).
After being sick, after dealing with the heat, and after even absorbing the defeat in the work force, today was the first time our that I wasn’t dying by the third lap on the track. I spent two hours on the track, and an hour in the gym. I ran a few miles, sprinted a few times, and pushed my body hard…but not to the point of complete failure.
It felt nice. I felt human, and this time it was in a good way. The sweat and heartbeat felt purifying, as if I was mentally shedding off the past two weeks of struggles. Feeling new muscles working as I keep improving my stride allows me to see a new season of life.
A strong run is the perfect way to recalibrate life after it has gotten a bit off track.

-D-

XXXI: Released


It was tiny.
Dainty.
Quaint.
Dark.

It held one bathroom, two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen/dining area. There was one window that peered above the bed, it nearly two feet tall and it was the only source of sunlight in the entire building. The carpet was thin, and was anchored directly the concrete slab that had been poured. The kitchen had a fake plastic cover along the floor, there was a partially operating air conditioning window unit that also doubled as a heater in the winter. All the rooms were covered in artificial wood paneling easily from the ’70’s area.

It was tiny.
Dainty.
Quaint.
Dark.

I never slept well during the night in this small living compartment. Most night I would spend online in the second bedroom that had been turned into an ‘office’. I’d work on applications for high school teaching positions, and randomly Skype individuals who were also up at that time at night. At the same time my wife at the time would sleep in the bedroom. I’d crawl into bed around 3:00 AM, and try to sleep through the distractions until she got up for the day (usually around 6:00 AM), and then I’d sleep until noon or 1:00 PM in the afternoon. My life revolved around that small apartment. I didn’t see sunlight very often for the first six months, and frequently slept on the couch.

It’s startling to believe that, that experience was nearly four years ago. I remember the sheer joy I felt the day I left that apartment for good, packed up with MC and Jim, I was released from a prison that I had created for myself.

I’m not really sure why I’m reflecting on the memory, aside from the fact that some of the medicine I’m taking for this recent bug has caused me to be extremely restless for about thirty minutes after ingesting the pill (who knew). Darco is quietly sleeping in our bedroom as she’ll be getting up around 4:00 AM to get ready for work, and I’ll head back in after finishing this and get a good nights rest prior to heading back to work tomorrow. I still probably won’t enter the track again until Friday, just one day in the real world again is enough to drain me, I’ve learned this from previous experiences.

Something about being sick causes you to reflect. I contribute that to the drugs and the insane amount of free time that you find yourself having in the middle of the afternoon, sweat pouring off your face, and wondering if the world is still moving without you. It’s one of the first times in quite some time that I’ve taken time to just reflect and overall compartmentalize life as I know it. As I frequently joke with Darco, I’ve already lived three lifetimes already, so that’s a lot of memories that have to be sorted through, compared, and analyzed.

I’m peering out my living room window, watching the night pass, as I write this. I think back to quick engagements, steady faith, marriage, and everything that’s accumulated to the point that brings us to now. Darco and I had a very, very unique conversation today; tying back into “XXXI”, and some of the goals that we’re striving for. From cooking at home to other more extreme discussions, we’ve had several of them as of lately. We’ve grown weary and tired of the town that we’re currently living in, I’m pushing myself harder each day physically, and life is just changing. I’m noticing in the realm of, “I want to do this, this, and this…” no longer appropriately describes my existence.

My life is less cluttered and more structured:
-Faith
-Family
-Work
-Running

That’s it. I’m no longer interested in obtaining five million different ideas, concepts, or creations. I love my job, I love getting lost in cyberspace, and I love producing results. I’m growing more and more in love with the church that Darco and I attend, we’re part of a weekly church planting group that meets on Thursday nights, and I can’t express how much of a blessing they’ve already been. MC and Jim continue to churn through their own lives, while ensuring that we survive ours as well. Jim was recently offered a full time job at a local school district, and that in itself brought a lot of ease to the family. Some days I firmly believe that Darco is a bigger blessing to me compared to myself with her. I learn something new about her each and every day, and how she isn’t afraid to try new things. Just because an individual lived a sheltered life, doesn’t mean that they fear adventure.

Finally, there’s something about those shoes. A pair of shorts, a pair of shoes, my sunglasses, and I”m good to go. Whether it’s a few miles, a mile, a time trial, sprints, or whatever the case may be…I’m not even close to perfect, but nothing feels greater compared to moving in stride with my soul.

Faith, family, work, and running…they’re all connected to one another. Each is required to ensure that the other remains. Those are all four things I was drastically missing inside that small apartment four years ago. They are all four things that I’ll forever cherish close to my heart.

-D-