I'm posting again about running. I can't help it.
I have bad running news and good running news.
The bad running news is I will not be participating in the Indianapolis Marathon like I had previously planned. I will, however, run the Chicago Half. The good news is, however, that I will not be running in Indy but only because I was recruited by Judson U to run cross country. I actually got cleared to run road races while on the team as long as they don't coincide with meets or training performance, but I think that because the marathon requires a much larger mile base of training than regular CC training, I chose not to go compete in the Indianapolis Marathon in October. It was a tough decision, but I really think I made the right one. I remember telling my mom the other day that my ultimate goal in my running career would be to compete on my college team. There will always be marathons, but I won't always have the opportunity to compete at Judson. The really awesome thing about JU's team is that it's a newer team, so there are some people who are joining who have no long distance running experience whatsoever. I guess that's what I was the most worried about, was that all the other runners would be kicking my butt...and there's a good chance they still might, but I feel a lot better after getting the summer work-out plan. I trained heavier while training for the 13.1 I ran a couple of weekends ago than I will be training this summer even in the heaviest part of the training. The only difference in training is that the miles per week are more evenly dispersed in the days than my miles I logged during half training. I'm really excited! I want to train super hard this summer so that nobody can even question my lack of experience on a team. This is going to be a good year. :)
The only other weird thing that I'm not used to about summer training is that it's all in minutes rather than in miles. So until July 7th, our goal is to run 5 days a week at 60 minutes a day. There's a big pond about .36 miles away from my house (have I mentioned that I now know pretty much all of the distances from my house to ever single place in the western suburbs.), so I usually run to the pond as a warm up and then run around the pond (which is about .82 of a mile around) until I get to super close to 60 minutes, and then I run back at my goal race pace for the 5K I'm running next weekend (so about at a 7:50 to 8:00 minute pace). The pond is right by a school and a playground, so there's always lots of people walking around it. There's also a lot of wildlife so I really enjoy observing all the cool birds and stuff as I'm running around. I usually have to run around like 7 or 8 times before I can stop but I like it. There's a good number of hills and stuff, too, so I feel like as far as a training course, it's a pretty good one.
So yesterday, I head out at around 6:30ish, water bottle in hand, hide my water bottle in the bushes somewhere along the lake (so that when I loop back around I can grab a sip of it) and start trudging along. I circle the pond about twice when I see this lady power walking. I smile and she smiles back. I circle her a few more times before she says something to me. "You're doing great!" she says. Every time I pass her, she says something new. So yay! haha. I made a friend! (kind of)
Anyway, this other little Asian couple were also power walking (there are a lot of power walkers that walk around the pond) and after I had looped past them a couple of times, the wife looks at me and says "Wow...you fast". I smiled and said thanks. My favorite part about running is when some little smart alek kid decides to make some remark. A lot of times I'll hear "Run Forest, run!!". Yesterday, one kid on the playground said "Go girl! Go!!" and another told me to run faster. Then I approached this mom and her daughter. The little girl must've been like 5. Once she hears my footsteps, she looks behind her, gets this HUGE smile on her face, and starts "racing" me. It was pretty cute.
So yes. I decided that I like running on the pond path by my house. It's fun. Especially when I get to race little kids. haha
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
So if you think I'm bad talking about running...
You haven't even begun to hear me go on and on and on about music. :-)
The other night, i went to go see the Elgin Symphony Orchestra with my mom. The school I'm going to in the Fall (Judson!! Woo hoo!!) sponsored the event, and I was invited, along with all the other upcoming music students/music scholarship people to come and meet some Judson students and faculty, and to enjoy a beautiful performance...for free as well. The feature of the night was a beautiful piano concerto by Grieg. It was from the Romantic era (Which is my favorite era in music...music majors...or...anthropology majors too I guess...holla!!) so I was like super excited to go. The pianist was completely amazing. The orchestra was beautiful. The piece itself was completely stunning.
I always go to the symphony, no matter where it's at, half expecting to have fallen out of love with music in the time since I last heard a really good classical piece performed live. I walk into the room, take my seat, and wonder if I'm going to spend the next two hours waiting for it to just be over with. I am always, indisputably, terribly wrong. From the second I walk into the auditorium, and look around at the lights down low, and hear the low murmurs of the crowd that has yet to settle down, and watch the symphony tuning up their instruments, see the lights on the stage, I begin to get tingles down my spine. When the 1st violin comes out and plays that first note, to tune the rest of the orchestra, my heart perks up a little. And then the music starts. And all of a sudden, I find that I am sitting at the edge of my seat, falling gracefully up and down with the music, my heart breaking, and swelling, and breaking all over again. I watch the orchestra play their instruments with such passion, and see the way they've obviously connected to the piece they're playing. I think I kind of fall in love with them too. As the piece crescendos and decrescendos, strong, and beautiful, I find that music has once again enraptured me and stolen my heart away. I realize that I have fallen in love with the thing I've always loved all over again.
The final piece was written by an early 20th century composer. At the turn of the century, many people thought that the symphony, that classical music was a pleasure of the past. This was the age of the automobile, of electricity, of the future! No one would have time to sit around and listen to a piece of music, or a 30 minute to an hour long piece of music at that. This composer felt quite otherwise. He wrote the symphony played to prove to the world that the symphony, that music at it's very core, could never be eliminated. The world was proved wrong upon the uprising of his piece. I imagine that as they heard this symphony, it beckoned them to the other symphonies, the forgotten ones. I'd imagine that they sat in their seats, waiting for the orchestra to start, waiting to see what all the fuss was about, and found, as the music crescendo'd and decrescendo'd that they, once again, much like myself, were completely enraptured, by the music filling the room around them. Music, once again, had stolen hearts, had started dreams, and proved that it unshakable.
The piece was titled "The Inextinguishable". The composer titled it this because he wanted to, in one word, communicate that music is life, and that nothing, no turn of the century, no new invention, no revolutionary object, thing, or era could ever eliminate this fact. Music is the inextinguishable. There is no argument about it.
So, I just want to close by saying that I can run a million miles, win a thousand races, buy a hundred new pairs of gym shoes and the like, but no matter how much time goes by, no matter how my heart changes, music will always, to me, be the unquenchable desire that burns within in, the passion that moves me, the life long friend, and the inextinguishable.
(My new 2 mile PR is 16:13:04!!)
The other night, i went to go see the Elgin Symphony Orchestra with my mom. The school I'm going to in the Fall (Judson!! Woo hoo!!) sponsored the event, and I was invited, along with all the other upcoming music students/music scholarship people to come and meet some Judson students and faculty, and to enjoy a beautiful performance...for free as well. The feature of the night was a beautiful piano concerto by Grieg. It was from the Romantic era (Which is my favorite era in music...music majors...or...anthropology majors too I guess...holla!!) so I was like super excited to go. The pianist was completely amazing. The orchestra was beautiful. The piece itself was completely stunning.
I always go to the symphony, no matter where it's at, half expecting to have fallen out of love with music in the time since I last heard a really good classical piece performed live. I walk into the room, take my seat, and wonder if I'm going to spend the next two hours waiting for it to just be over with. I am always, indisputably, terribly wrong. From the second I walk into the auditorium, and look around at the lights down low, and hear the low murmurs of the crowd that has yet to settle down, and watch the symphony tuning up their instruments, see the lights on the stage, I begin to get tingles down my spine. When the 1st violin comes out and plays that first note, to tune the rest of the orchestra, my heart perks up a little. And then the music starts. And all of a sudden, I find that I am sitting at the edge of my seat, falling gracefully up and down with the music, my heart breaking, and swelling, and breaking all over again. I watch the orchestra play their instruments with such passion, and see the way they've obviously connected to the piece they're playing. I think I kind of fall in love with them too. As the piece crescendos and decrescendos, strong, and beautiful, I find that music has once again enraptured me and stolen my heart away. I realize that I have fallen in love with the thing I've always loved all over again.
The final piece was written by an early 20th century composer. At the turn of the century, many people thought that the symphony, that classical music was a pleasure of the past. This was the age of the automobile, of electricity, of the future! No one would have time to sit around and listen to a piece of music, or a 30 minute to an hour long piece of music at that. This composer felt quite otherwise. He wrote the symphony played to prove to the world that the symphony, that music at it's very core, could never be eliminated. The world was proved wrong upon the uprising of his piece. I imagine that as they heard this symphony, it beckoned them to the other symphonies, the forgotten ones. I'd imagine that they sat in their seats, waiting for the orchestra to start, waiting to see what all the fuss was about, and found, as the music crescendo'd and decrescendo'd that they, once again, much like myself, were completely enraptured, by the music filling the room around them. Music, once again, had stolen hearts, had started dreams, and proved that it unshakable.
The piece was titled "The Inextinguishable". The composer titled it this because he wanted to, in one word, communicate that music is life, and that nothing, no turn of the century, no new invention, no revolutionary object, thing, or era could ever eliminate this fact. Music is the inextinguishable. There is no argument about it.
So, I just want to close by saying that I can run a million miles, win a thousand races, buy a hundred new pairs of gym shoes and the like, but no matter how much time goes by, no matter how my heart changes, music will always, to me, be the unquenchable desire that burns within in, the passion that moves me, the life long friend, and the inextinguishable.
(My new 2 mile PR is 16:13:04!!)
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
This year is going to be fantastic
Races completed:
St. Johns 5K Hecto Run: May 9th
13.1 Chicago Half Marathon: June 7th 2:36:30
Future races...
Bud's Run to Celebrate Life 5K: June 27th - projected goal time - 25:00:00
Chicago Half Marathon: September 13th - projected goal time - 1:55:00 (I'm going for 5 minutes below my last goal just to prove I can do it)
Indianapolis Marathon - October 17th - projected goal time - 4:11:00
This week's recovery work out so far...
Monday - off day, but couldn't take it so I did some core work
Tuesday - supposedly an off day again but I couldn't take it so I biked 4 miles. I saw two people running and nearly cried. I can't wait to start running again. I think I'll go for a short run tomorrow. :)
St. Johns 5K Hecto Run: May 9th
13.1 Chicago Half Marathon: June 7th 2:36:30
Future races...
Bud's Run to Celebrate Life 5K: June 27th - projected goal time - 25:00:00
Chicago Half Marathon: September 13th - projected goal time - 1:55:00 (I'm going for 5 minutes below my last goal just to prove I can do it)
Indianapolis Marathon - October 17th - projected goal time - 4:11:00
This week's recovery work out so far...
Monday - off day, but couldn't take it so I did some core work
Tuesday - supposedly an off day again but I couldn't take it so I biked 4 miles. I saw two people running and nearly cried. I can't wait to start running again. I think I'll go for a short run tomorrow. :)
Monday, June 8, 2009
Some things I've learned
So last night I was dead tired when I was posting and also didn't want to leave a super long post. Therefore, I want to share a few things I learned from the race.
1. I CAN do it. I doubted myself a lot throughout training. It was hard, but I did it. I finished. Maybe not with my intended time, but I definitely finished. AND IT FELT GREAT!
2. I learned that as I train for the full marathon, I want to take some new approaches. One of the things I want to implement more of into my training is a lot more strength training, speed work, and core work.
3. I want to start paying a lot more attention to my times, and recording them to see if I'm improving or not, and if not, coming up with a different plan so that I can improve on times.
4. When on a run, and I feel like stopping, instead find something to distract myself on the run. Like I said in my race summary, on the run I started counting things to distract myself and it worked really well. I think an essential part of long distance running has a lot to do with getting yourself out of your head.
5. I want to take less rest days and use the rest days as cross training days. In training for my half, my last day of the week I ran before my long run on Saturday was Thursday. I took Friday off to rest. I think this is good. I also took Sunday off, however, to rest, and Monday was an actual scheduled cross training day. Instead, I'd like to implement a Friday off day, Saturday long run, Sunday cross train, and Monday back to running routine. This way I only have one day a week without any workout whatsoever and I'm also running 5 days a week.
Someday I'll write a blog post not about running.
1. I CAN do it. I doubted myself a lot throughout training. It was hard, but I did it. I finished. Maybe not with my intended time, but I definitely finished. AND IT FELT GREAT!
2. I learned that as I train for the full marathon, I want to take some new approaches. One of the things I want to implement more of into my training is a lot more strength training, speed work, and core work.
3. I want to start paying a lot more attention to my times, and recording them to see if I'm improving or not, and if not, coming up with a different plan so that I can improve on times.
4. When on a run, and I feel like stopping, instead find something to distract myself on the run. Like I said in my race summary, on the run I started counting things to distract myself and it worked really well. I think an essential part of long distance running has a lot to do with getting yourself out of your head.
5. I want to take less rest days and use the rest days as cross training days. In training for my half, my last day of the week I ran before my long run on Saturday was Thursday. I took Friday off to rest. I think this is good. I also took Sunday off, however, to rest, and Monday was an actual scheduled cross training day. Instead, I'd like to implement a Friday off day, Saturday long run, Sunday cross train, and Monday back to running routine. This way I only have one day a week without any workout whatsoever and I'm also running 5 days a week.
Someday I'll write a blog post not about running.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Race report!
Soooooo
I did it! Not in the time I wanted, but I finished and that's what counts. My official time was 2:36:30. I except I would've came in at a 2:10 about if I hadn't gotten sick at mile 9. I had to make two bathroom stops. Sad, but I'm proud of myself for pushing through the illness and finishing in a pretty good time considering that I had to stop twice.
SOOOO let me give you the play by play.
First let me say that I woke up at 3:45 fricking AM this morning. That is hands down the earliest I have ever woken up in my life. I changed into my running clothes and grabbed my pre-packed stuff I had gotten together the night before, hopped into the big yellow Service Master truck with my parents, and we were off. We arrived at the South Shore Cultural Center at around 6AM, so I had plenty of time to stretch and get warmed up seeing as I picked up my race packet the day before. The time pretty much flew by and before I knew it I was standing at the starting line in my wave corral.
I crossed the starting line feeling really good. My breathing was fairly even, and I tried really really hard to pace myself despite the fact that the competitive edge in me wanted to run ahead and pass all the runners in front of me. The race was all along the lake front path downtown, so it was really nice running along the lake. Miles 1-4.5 were fairly easy, but after that I started to feel myself getting a little tired. Still early on in the race, I got pretty worried but kept tredging along.
Let me interrupt myself by saying that I'm really thankful for all the amazing people who prayed for me and encouraged me along the training road and during the race. All of you guys are the best! Being a Sunday morning, I had to miss church, and didn't even really realize it until I got to mile 6. Along the race course, there were signs with little jokes, or famous Chicagoan quotes, and right after the mile marker for mile 6, there was a sign that said...
"I've got a fever ... and the only prescription is more cowbell!"
And in that moment, I knew I was going to finish. On the worship team at my church, we always joke about that quote. Every time someone mentions the band doesn't seem as full, or the song is missing someone, it usually only takes a few seconds for someone to say "...could use a little more cowbell..." or "how about some cowbell?"
It was like God reminding me of my amazing church family all praying for me as I ran. So thank you for your prayers!! You guys are the best!
At mile 7, I started to hit the wall. I was also starting to feel sick from a mix of the gatorade they had and not eating enough for breakfast. I knew I had to figure out a way to keep going. The race was a big loop, and during mile 8 I believe it is you do a turn around and start running down the opposite side of the lake front path...so going in, we could see all the runners who had begun to start back to the finish line...so I decided to count all the people who were wearing black bottoms. It totally worked! I was so distracted counting black bottoms that mile 7 and 8 flew past like crazy. At mile 9, I got sick and had to stop at the bathroom. As mentioned earlier, that and one more bathroom stop significantly hurt my time. I ran the last three miles repeating my counting routine. When there were no more runners to count, I counted the yellow lines on the lake front path...when those turned into one straight line, I counted the cars that passed on Lake Shore Drive which we were running next to. Mile 12 was really hard. My legs were pretty sore and I really just wanted to stop running. The last mile was adrenaline filled to the max. By this time, some of the runners who had finished were walking on the grass next to us, shouting out words of encouragement and families had camped out telling us, "you're almost done! you can do it!". Once I heard the crowds at the finish line that's what did it and I started sprinting. My parents were waiting at the finish line for high-fives. I crossed the finish line super super happy. After crossing all I remember is people handing me tons and tons of stuff. Haha. But yeah, I just remember walking into the grass, and thinking that I wanted to stop so bad the last mile, but now all I wanted to do was run again because my legs had started to cramp up after stopping and while running I couldn't really feel them. It's funny how things flip around on you.
Anyway I'm super proud of myself for finishing. I learned a lot about racing and training and will definitely be taking a little different approach to training when I start training for Indianapolis. So yep! That's it. Now maybe I'll start blogging about other stuff besides running...although it isn't really likely... ;-)
I did it! Not in the time I wanted, but I finished and that's what counts. My official time was 2:36:30. I except I would've came in at a 2:10 about if I hadn't gotten sick at mile 9. I had to make two bathroom stops. Sad, but I'm proud of myself for pushing through the illness and finishing in a pretty good time considering that I had to stop twice.
SOOOO let me give you the play by play.
First let me say that I woke up at 3:45 fricking AM this morning. That is hands down the earliest I have ever woken up in my life. I changed into my running clothes and grabbed my pre-packed stuff I had gotten together the night before, hopped into the big yellow Service Master truck with my parents, and we were off. We arrived at the South Shore Cultural Center at around 6AM, so I had plenty of time to stretch and get warmed up seeing as I picked up my race packet the day before. The time pretty much flew by and before I knew it I was standing at the starting line in my wave corral.
I crossed the starting line feeling really good. My breathing was fairly even, and I tried really really hard to pace myself despite the fact that the competitive edge in me wanted to run ahead and pass all the runners in front of me. The race was all along the lake front path downtown, so it was really nice running along the lake. Miles 1-4.5 were fairly easy, but after that I started to feel myself getting a little tired. Still early on in the race, I got pretty worried but kept tredging along.
Let me interrupt myself by saying that I'm really thankful for all the amazing people who prayed for me and encouraged me along the training road and during the race. All of you guys are the best! Being a Sunday morning, I had to miss church, and didn't even really realize it until I got to mile 6. Along the race course, there were signs with little jokes, or famous Chicagoan quotes, and right after the mile marker for mile 6, there was a sign that said...
"I've got a fever ... and the only prescription is more cowbell!"
And in that moment, I knew I was going to finish. On the worship team at my church, we always joke about that quote. Every time someone mentions the band doesn't seem as full, or the song is missing someone, it usually only takes a few seconds for someone to say "...could use a little more cowbell..." or "how about some cowbell?"
It was like God reminding me of my amazing church family all praying for me as I ran. So thank you for your prayers!! You guys are the best!
At mile 7, I started to hit the wall. I was also starting to feel sick from a mix of the gatorade they had and not eating enough for breakfast. I knew I had to figure out a way to keep going. The race was a big loop, and during mile 8 I believe it is you do a turn around and start running down the opposite side of the lake front path...so going in, we could see all the runners who had begun to start back to the finish line...so I decided to count all the people who were wearing black bottoms. It totally worked! I was so distracted counting black bottoms that mile 7 and 8 flew past like crazy. At mile 9, I got sick and had to stop at the bathroom. As mentioned earlier, that and one more bathroom stop significantly hurt my time. I ran the last three miles repeating my counting routine. When there were no more runners to count, I counted the yellow lines on the lake front path...when those turned into one straight line, I counted the cars that passed on Lake Shore Drive which we were running next to. Mile 12 was really hard. My legs were pretty sore and I really just wanted to stop running. The last mile was adrenaline filled to the max. By this time, some of the runners who had finished were walking on the grass next to us, shouting out words of encouragement and families had camped out telling us, "you're almost done! you can do it!". Once I heard the crowds at the finish line that's what did it and I started sprinting. My parents were waiting at the finish line for high-fives. I crossed the finish line super super happy. After crossing all I remember is people handing me tons and tons of stuff. Haha. But yeah, I just remember walking into the grass, and thinking that I wanted to stop so bad the last mile, but now all I wanted to do was run again because my legs had started to cramp up after stopping and while running I couldn't really feel them. It's funny how things flip around on you.
Anyway I'm super proud of myself for finishing. I learned a lot about racing and training and will definitely be taking a little different approach to training when I start training for Indianapolis. So yep! That's it. Now maybe I'll start blogging about other stuff besides running...although it isn't really likely... ;-)
Friday, June 5, 2009
FREAKING OUT
Except not so much...
But I mean, c'mon...the race? It's in 2 DAYS!!! It seems like just yesterday I was like, oh man I have 7 weeks to train. CRAZY. But seriously. 2 DAYS. That's insane.
I ran my last run yesterday before the race and it was a pretty good run. Just two miles but it was a good one. I averaged a little over a 9 minute pace and that was with stopping once to re-tie my shoe. I'm super excited and a teeny tiny bit nervous. I will give a full race summary most likely on Monday...woo hoo! Crazy!!!
But I mean, c'mon...the race? It's in 2 DAYS!!! It seems like just yesterday I was like, oh man I have 7 weeks to train. CRAZY. But seriously. 2 DAYS. That's insane.
I ran my last run yesterday before the race and it was a pretty good run. Just two miles but it was a good one. I averaged a little over a 9 minute pace and that was with stopping once to re-tie my shoe. I'm super excited and a teeny tiny bit nervous. I will give a full race summary most likely on Monday...woo hoo! Crazy!!!
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Loving the things you have
I'm a bad blogger...I know.
I haven't blogged in a few days but I've been a busy girl. This morning I was thinking about how in the past year or so, there are a lot of things I've really truly learned to love that I wasn't so sure about before.
1. Of course, you knew I would list this one. Running. And running in the lower 60's, on a beautiful sunny day, out in nature, the birds singing and the bugs chirping away. I also love a beautiful soft breeze, not enough to be wind, but just enough to be refreshing.
2. Waking up early early early in the morning and making a pot of fresh beautiful brewed coffee and eating breakfast while reading my bible, followed by reading the newspaper.
3. Summer mornings spent in bed with coffee a an excellent book.
4. Summer nights with a fan stuck in the window.
5. Playing silly games and laughing my head off at some of my favorite kindergartners in the whole wide world.
6. FRESH raspberries eaten immediately after being picked off the bush.
7. Playing hard all day and sleeping hard all night only to be awakened by a beautiful new morning. :)
8. Shiny metals...:)
9. Discovering that there truly is a freedom in wearing no make up.
10. Going to teeny tiny little book stores and picking a pile of books and sitting on the floor for hours while skimming them and taking in that wonderful smell of old books.
11. Fresh flowers picked straight from the garden...fresh flowers in general.
12. Watermelon when it's super super hot outside.
13. Laying in the grass...the nice kind of grass, not the kind that makes you all itchy and pricks your legs when you try to lay down in it.
14. Bike rides through tall grass fields and forests.
15. Taking LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of PICTURES!
16. Good movies that make me cry like a baby.
17. Random paintings found at antique stores or thrift stores that shouldn't be there in the first place because they have way too much personality to ever be surrendered.
18. Chocolate covered pretzels from Trader Joe's
19. Laughing so hard that tears are streaming down my eyes, my abs hurt, and I'm about ready to pee my pants.
20. Learning how to love...for real...it may hurt along the way a little, and it may not seem like you're learning love but rather bitterness or heartbreak, but in the very end it's completely and totally worth it. I promise. :)
I haven't blogged in a few days but I've been a busy girl. This morning I was thinking about how in the past year or so, there are a lot of things I've really truly learned to love that I wasn't so sure about before.
1. Of course, you knew I would list this one. Running. And running in the lower 60's, on a beautiful sunny day, out in nature, the birds singing and the bugs chirping away. I also love a beautiful soft breeze, not enough to be wind, but just enough to be refreshing.
2. Waking up early early early in the morning and making a pot of fresh beautiful brewed coffee and eating breakfast while reading my bible, followed by reading the newspaper.
3. Summer mornings spent in bed with coffee a an excellent book.
4. Summer nights with a fan stuck in the window.
5. Playing silly games and laughing my head off at some of my favorite kindergartners in the whole wide world.
6. FRESH raspberries eaten immediately after being picked off the bush.
7. Playing hard all day and sleeping hard all night only to be awakened by a beautiful new morning. :)
8. Shiny metals...:)
9. Discovering that there truly is a freedom in wearing no make up.
10. Going to teeny tiny little book stores and picking a pile of books and sitting on the floor for hours while skimming them and taking in that wonderful smell of old books.
11. Fresh flowers picked straight from the garden...fresh flowers in general.
12. Watermelon when it's super super hot outside.
13. Laying in the grass...the nice kind of grass, not the kind that makes you all itchy and pricks your legs when you try to lay down in it.
14. Bike rides through tall grass fields and forests.
15. Taking LOTS and LOTS and LOTS and LOTS of PICTURES!
16. Good movies that make me cry like a baby.
17. Random paintings found at antique stores or thrift stores that shouldn't be there in the first place because they have way too much personality to ever be surrendered.
18. Chocolate covered pretzels from Trader Joe's
19. Laughing so hard that tears are streaming down my eyes, my abs hurt, and I'm about ready to pee my pants.
20. Learning how to love...for real...it may hurt along the way a little, and it may not seem like you're learning love but rather bitterness or heartbreak, but in the very end it's completely and totally worth it. I promise. :)
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