This is a photo of the lethal storm that swept through Harrisonburg yesterday. Lethal because it killed my hopes for a nice, long, bike ride.
Five miles into an awesome ride it started pouring and we had to seek shelter underneath the roof of an abandoned gas station. By the time the rain passed it was way too dark to bike and had someone pick us up.
And this has been the case almost every day this week. Torrential downpours right as I am going out to run/bike. So annoying. I guess I have to start getting my workouts done in the mornings from now on.
This is what 2 scoops looks like in Harrisonburg.
How long have I been saying I wanted to start a coffee business? Years and years. And all that talk finally led up to my first espresso catering gig this past Saturday.
I can’t even begin to tell you guys how nervous I was the entire week leading up to it. Friday night I barely slept. And Saturday I felt like I was on the brink of an anxiety attack all day long. But as soon as I set up and started pulling shots, I got in the zone and it all the anxiety melted away.
The wedding was actually a lot of fun. People were impressed with the setup and the drinks, which is good. And I already got asked if I was willing to travel to DC for a fall wedding. I, of course, said yes. Oh, and I got tipped too!
The feeling of accomplishment afterwards was amazing. And quite similar to how you feel after finishing a marathon. You are glad it is over, but you’re already looking forward to the next one. Honestly, I should have started doing this years ago. I really enjoyed it. And there was nobody stopping me but myself.
I’m open for business!!!
I was on a plane to Honduras. Dressed in the suit I was going to bury my dad in.
I was picked up at the airport and taken straight to the funeral home where my mom was waiting. She was happy to see me and smiled. But you could tell there was pain behind those eyes. That was the last time I ever saw him.
After the burial, I finally went home and straight to his room. There was his recliner, which he would never sit in again. His wallet on the dresser where he left it. And the change of clothes he picked out for when he left the hospital, which never happened. It was gut-wrenching. And there is something about the lifelessness of his room those next few days that haunts me to this day.
Inevitably, this happens. I replay all those bad memories in my head this time of year. It sneaks up on me and I can’t help it. The emptiness is unbearable sometimes and all I want to do is see him again.
I miss you, dad.
The Most Awesome Craigslist Ad Is for a Beat-Up Bike -
Stop what you’re doing and read this Craigslist ad for an old bike.
Someone at work shared this with me. I laughed my ass off.
Check it out!
My mom just lost one of her good friends to cancer today. And just a few short months ago you never would have suspected there was anything wrong with her.
The news hit my mom hard, since she is the 3rd person she has lost to cancer in the past 4 years. The other two being my dad and my grandfather (her dad).
The news hits home for me too since I knew her well. She was always so nice and friendly. Always smiling. And she was there for us when my dad passed away. It is so unfair.
I hope somebody finds a cure soon. With all the money being pumped into all this cancer research you would think somebody would have something by now. If there was a cure maybe my dad would still be around.
After a several week long, work-induced running hiatus I am finally able to go run again. And it felt amazing, rain and all. Even Bruce joined us.
I used to think that not exercising because of work was just an excuse. But this past month that was totally me. I was coming home too worn out to do anything but sleep after long days at work. Thankfully, that craziness is over.
It is time to get back to my regularly scheduled training again.