Monday, January 16, 2012

A Hybrid of Two Love Affairs

If you know me, you know that aside from my love for Young Money and dirty nasty rap, I also love Dave Matthews.  You get that, right?  Makes total sense. 

Now, is there anything much more liberating, loving, joyful, romantic, and sensual than John, Ringo, Paul, and George?

Get ready for this one...


Tough Week

A not so fun post.  I had a pretty tough week last week.  Lots of emotional ups and downs.  It started last Friday when the pain I had been having in my leg started to grow and hurt even when I wasn't running.  I had just assumed I was getting shin splints, a pain that was familiar to me during my cross country days.  Through some online research and talking to some fellow athletes, I learned that when it is a localized pain and hurts when not exercising, it could be a stress fracture.  After work that Friday, I went to Ortho On-Call.  Ryan went here when he broke his thumb and had a great experience.  As soon as I got there, they x-rayed my leg and asked me lots of questions.  I went to the examination room and waited.  The PA came in and immediately said "Don't you know running is bad for you?"  He walked over to my leg and pushed...right where it hurt.  I cringed and actually jerked my leg back.  He said, "That's what the x-ray said, too."  I immediately felt my eyes well-up with tears.  He had me fitted for a boot and crutches and set an appointment with a Sports Medicine Orthopedic Doctor for the following Friday.  No more running.  I just went home and cried and cried!

The next morning, I awoke to even worse news.  My grandfather had unexpectedly passed away the night before.  This was a complete shock.  We all immediately rushed over to my parents house to be together.  We cried, joked, laughed, and cried some more.  Nothing helps like family.  After those few hours of being sad, I started to think a bit more.  We had just had the best Christmas ever just a few weeks before.  He had finally joined his beloved Jeri, who had passed away 2 summers before.  After thinking that way, it was hard to be sad.  Sure, I felt sorry for my family, but there was no doubt that he was in a better place.  Mom and I got to spend a lot of time together that week as I helped her get his affairs in order.  I learned a lot about him, especially what he meant to his community.  We couldn't walk down the street without someone coming up to us and telling a story about some way he had helped them.  It was really neat. 

Long story short, tough week.  However, it just took a little digging to find the silver lining.  This is my favorite picture of him:  He and Todd at the NC State fair many many moons ago!