*Track Star*

I try not to look back on the past....it's sometimes hard not too.  They were the good old days right.  But, I'm somewhat a different person now... older, more mature, more life experiences, a better outlook on what life is really about.  High School does not define who you are right?  I had a super great high school experience, involved in everything, friends with everyone.  I loved high school.  But, that does not mean that you are still "that" person.  This is a whole other subject =).  I try not to look back with regret on anything, but it's hard, there are things I do regret, some things I wish I would have tried.

One thing I wish I would have tried in high school is TRACK....haha.  Kinda a wierd thing to write about I know.  But, the track coach at the time (my bro in law :)  always tried to tell me I should do track.  I think I would have really liked it.  I was pretty good and fast at short distance running and it would have been a good sense of accomplishment for me I think.  Dang it...too bad I didn't do that.  Nothing I can do about it now.....and I'm not sure where this whole story is going...but something happened the other day.....

....I really hurt myself.  It was so dumb...haha.  Somebody knocked on the door and as I ran fast to get the door, at that short moment,  an obstacle (a ride along & push toy tractor) was in the way.  I didn't even take a second to think & as instict I went to jump over it.  As I jumped I ended up kicking it forward with my foot and instead of actually hurdling over the Toy I landed back down on it with the push bar on my ribs.  I really got the air knocked out of me.  Really bad!  It hurt so much and I tried to get up on my hands and knees and I could hardly move, I couldn't gasp yet, I was trying...trying to breathe and nothing was happening....NO AIR.  NO Gasp.  I couldn't breathe for like 20 long seconds.  Artie is looking at me like "are you gonna make it...are you okay?"  I couldn't speak because I couldn't breath.  haha...kinda funny.  But, at the time I thought something was seriously wrong.  My breath finally came back to me and I gasped for air and got up off of the floor.  (Alley ended up getting the door as I lay there on the floor...haha)  My ribs really hurt after that, but the next morning.....OHHHH.  They hurt really bad on my right side, and the next day....still hurt, next, next, next.....still a week later.  Hurting.  I can't cough without pain...pick up Adler, jump, move, twist, sleep on my stomach, sleep on my side, and to SNEEZE....OUCH!  IT HURTS!  This has really put a damper in my co-ed softball schedule...haha, and I just try to live through the pain in my music classes and my exercise plan....whoops out the door, I have gained 4 lbs back too....oh man. I guess my ribs are bruised pretty badly & it may take a couple of weeks until it feels better =(

So, Artie says....that is what you get for "TRYING TO BE A TRACK STAR."
HAHA...I really wasn't trying to be a track star, just acting on instict, when something is in your way....you jump over it.  But, I guess I'm not the same as I use to be.  I'm getting older, I'm different, I can't do everything I use to...and it's okay.  As hard as it is to realize that.  I'm not who I use to be.....I'm different.  Is that hard for anybody else to come to grips with?  That really isn't the point I was trying to make with this whole crazy story! =)

I got Bells Palsy (the whole right side of my face went numb for a few months during pregnancy) years ago and it taught me a lesson....it really made be grateful to be able to SMILE, to move my face normally, to drink water without it spilling out the sides.  I was never soooo grateful to be able to smile again, to smile all the time because I can and it must be for a reason.

Now that my body isn't able to do all the things I use to it makes me so grateful for our bodies and that we can run and move and go.  I never want to not be able to do all these things again.  We have our bodies for a reason.  I want to move it and take care of it as long as I possible can. 

I really don't know where I was going with all of this....but, I think all these small things happened to me to just teach me a simple lesson.  As with any other life lesson there is.  But, I think I'm suppose to be grateful for my body and grateful for my looks (my smile) and just grateful that I am who I am, with no regrets!