-the passion for children in need around the world that continues to be reignited in my life
-people that make me smile everyday
Fondue with friends in Dayton....DELICIOUS
I've been following these shoes for months now and finally ordered my first pair. I ordered them a few days ago and have checked my email 95,000 times anxiously awaiting that glorious email that tells me they are headed my way. And lets not forget the tracking number so I can check that another 95,000 times to know exactly where my shoes stop on their long journey to my doorstep. That package filled with my brand new shoes isn't only a Christmas present to myself, it's a Christmas present to a child. I think of the children I saw at orphanages in Romania who didn't have properly fitting shoes on their feet because all they had access to were hand-me-downs that were well warn and full of holes. I'm giving a pair of shoes for those children. I think of children I met at a particular gypsy village (picture yourself in the middle of a Feed the Children commercial you see on TV) who didn't even have clothes let alone a pair of shoes. They walk around their village of dirt huts nearly naked and entirely barefoot. All of them. Babies. Toddlers. Children. Adults. The whole village. I'm giving a pair of shoes for those children. And I'm giving because an orphan child with nearly nothing of her own gave me a pair of shoes for my 20th birthday in Romania. A pair of green tennis shoes that are slightly too small and have a few tiny holes in them. One pair of shoes that changed me forever.
And now I get to give back by participating with Toms Shoes.
One for One.
A sleepy boy in his wagon. Precious!
Thats me all ready for the big race!
About to cross the finish line 13.1 miles later! Thats me, being silly me even though I'm totally exhausted!
Half Marathon re-cap: I can't believe it was just 7 months ago that I really began running for the first time in my life and can now say that I have finished a half marathon! I spent months training only to get sick the week before the race. It didn't help my cause much, but I was determined to cross the finish line in some way, shape or form! I trained for and ran the whole thing by myself and while it proved to be more difficult than I had expected, it also proved to be more rewarding. I guess when you run with 18,000 other people you are never really alone. I was a lot more nervous than I had expected lining up at the start line and having no one to laugh with just to ease the tension. But after a really cold start I was on my way! Right after mile 3 we crossed the Ambassador bridge into Canada and the sun was just rising over the river. It was something beautiful-running along the bridge surrounded by thousands of strangers, seeing the colors of autumn and the hazy pinks and oranges of the sunrise thinking to myself "man, this is cool." From there it was 5 miles of Canada running, along the boardwalk and through some neighborhoods then under the tunnel back to America. Thats right, folks, I have officially run underwater for one whole mile! Following the tunnel I was pretty tired...that kind of tired when your body doesn't want to move anymore...but I knew it was just a few miles more to the finish so I trekked along at a slow pace just hoping to be alive at the end. Around the last corner, sooo close to the finish line I see my Dad yelling from the side trying to jog along side and get a picture (the one you see above where I'm giving a thumbs up)....it was pretty funny and I definitely enjoyed the laugh before crossing the big finish line. And not only was there a medal awaiting me (along with some much needed food and water!) but just past the finish line my mom, sister, and nephew were there cheering me on. It was a great feeling to be surrounded by family at such a cool moment for myself (probably not exactly what I was thinking in my exhaustion and severe need of food at the finish line, however). So, there it is. The half-marathon re-cap for you to enjoy. Was it hard? You betcha. Am I still sore? Oh yeah. Add in those parts where I woke up entirely too early to stand in the freezing cold then run for over two hours with 18,000 other people and you're probably wondering "was it worth it?" My answer to you, then: Absolutely. After all, I got to run in two countries, see the sunrise while atop the Ambassador bridge, enjoy a perfectly clear fall morning, and fill myself with this unbelievable feeling of personal accomplishment. All that for only two hours of my life. Of course it was worth it!
This place was right up my alley-delicious pizza, rock climbing people and gear everywhere, and a completely relaxed environment!
A black and white of Miguel's. I loved this place!
Me all ready for some rock climbing!
The whole group out to dinner in Lexington!
Me on top of Chimney Rock in Red River Gorge...it was BEAUTIFUL there!
Amanda and I being muscle girls at Chimney Rock.
a SUPER fast boat at the Hydroplane races!
All smiles hanging out with Gavin!
Ben with a goat at a county fair here in Ohio
Jac and I ready to go out dancing!
Friendship.
All three of us inside the "Rainforest"!
A cute picture of Jac and I
me with a glass of strawberry wine out in Cleveland!
I have been lucky enough to meet so many great people on all of my life's adventures. Last summer in Corning I became friends with people that I hope remain in my life for many years to come. It is a priceless moment with friends, when you are reunited after much time away from each other, and it feels as though you haven't missed a second and with Jac and Jason it was as if we were still in Corning hanging out every single day. From these two friends I have been able to explore more of life on our adventures, to learn more about myself and the world, and have been lucky enough to learn from them to become a better person who is more engaged in the world around me. And when we are all together laughter is never in short supply :-)
I am a lucky girl to have such good friends. Even if they are scattered all over the world.