In college I had an odd friend. She was a student athlete from Sweden who knew little to no English. I had zero friends and she was new to the campus, so we struck up an odd friendship that has lasted for a decade now.
She was a soccer player; a keeper specifically. Turns out she was good, really good.
She graduated around the time women’s soccer as a professional sport started to blossom in the United States. Where she was from they had a professional league with multiple tiers (Tier 1 being the highest). She played after college back home, but I wasn’t sure how serious she was about the game (college can burn you out rapidly).
Today, via Snapchat, she showed me a black keeper jersey. It said “Jitex” on it. From the years of covering the sport I knew what this meant…
Jitex is a soccer team…
Jitex is tier 1 in Sweden’s domestic league…
That jersey was Jo’s new jersey…
Jo signed with Jitex…
Jo is now a professional soccer player…
Jo made it…
I’m so happy that God blessed her with this insane opportunity. Even through dark times He never ceases to amaze!
Because there’s no way that life should just be boring and routine, right?
While sitting in a meeting with other instructors this morning, the day of March 14, 2016 began to populate in our discussions. For the non-math individuals out there (including myself), this day is known by many as “Pi Day”.
Actually, it’s a really cool deal that math teachers make of Pi Day with their students. So much so that with our school of awesome teachers, I was informed that this year there would be a race involved also.
As part of the celebration of Pi Day, our 7th grade students will be running with a few teachers in a 5K race for the ages. Personally, I think this is something completely awesome. So, next month I’ll be lacing up and instead of entering the classroom, I’ll be stepping onto the course with coworkers and students alike.
I run, and I run, and I run…
Waiting for a moment of change and excitement between broken miles…
It finally happened today.
After school, in my inbox, I found the results of an application that I had placed nearly two weeks ago…
…since adopting running as a living joy five years ago, today I was accepted onto a running team, sponsored by a local running store.
It may seem trivial, but to me it’s another step towards future goals.
Personally, this is a monumental prayer answered. I’m not one to cast myself out in the public eye. My God is so good.
I tried on several different occasions to record a video that demonstrates the current setting and situation that I’ve been in. However, between multiple cats, a malfunctioning phone, and well…time, I’ve come to the conclusion that the reality is, it’s better for me to write.
Nerves can destroy you. When I sign up for a 5K races, I’m not really thinking about competition, I’m just there to run.
Today, a mixture of competition and nerves ruined me.
First, “open heat” does not equate to everyone and their sister. Open heat means if the cutoff for “elite” is 4:40.00, “open” runners run at approximately 4:41.00.
Second, unlike my assumption that these runners would be in it just because their standard 5K wasn’t this weekend, these runners were hellbent on the mile and only the mile.
Third, do yourself a favor, at least once in your life be the idiot that jumps out front first. Do it in order to get it out of your system. Today was my calling to this event. I ran…wait for it…a sub-55 second 400m to start the race. I led that crew like there was no tomorrow. Then my lungs caught on fire, my legs cramped, and the ‘nursing home special’ passed me. Needless to say, I suffered the next 1200m of that race.
Embarrassed doesn’t even describe the sensation in my soul right now. However, two positive things came out of this:
1. Darco got a kick out of it and wants to witness more of these races.
2. Man, I flew in that first 400m and it wasn’t even in a sprint.
Back to the drawing board.
After some food and rest.
Around 8:30 PM last night I wound up yelling this exclamation to Darco in the driveway.
Over the three day weekend we’ve been doing nothing but moving our possessions from our apartment to our house. Praise God for friends and family. So many people have helped us with cleaning, moving, and even cooking for us. It’s truly a memorable experience that’ll forever last in my heart.
…but about those stars…
Like any other soul, I too have my silent prayers. One of them was to see the stars again. Growing up, the stars were in my backyard. Moving to college, then moving to the city, I lost the stars. City lights, parking lot nights, I lost track of my childhood home.
Our home is now in the rural escape around the city. The stars come out each night, shining past the occasional flight preparing for landing. My prayer is answered. I find myself clamoring to the sky, my wife lost as to why this was such a big deal. Answered personal prayers are a big deal.