yesterday morning, i went for what was supposed to be a six mile run, but florida had other plans. because my dad is awesome and loves me, he found a trail at a state park that we like to go to and volunteered to suffer run with me. we planned our attack the night before: hydration, route, timing, everything. we made sure to wake up early enough that it wouldn’t get too hot while we were out there, but not so early that i would turn into miss grumpy gills. we get to ft. desoto, and after driving and making sure our route was what we wanted it to be, we park, and get set to go. everything is going off without a hitch; we are going to own these six miles. off we go. half a mile in, i turned around to make a face at my dad. then i turned back around. then i fell. i would like to say i fell because i was rescuing baby unicorns from a wildebeest attack, but that would probably be a lie. i’m not very coordinated, and i’m certainly not a highly skilled runner, but most people can manage running in a straight line on flat land. in my defense, i was running, listening to music, chewing gum, holding a bottle of water, and turning back to face forward; but seriously. i busted ass arm and slid a few feet on the pavement before cracking up. i got back up, had some water, and convinced my dad that i really was okay to keep going. i dusted the sand off, picked the gravel out of my hand, and looked forward to the next 5.5 miles. halfway through, the sun got angry, the temperature went way up, and we decided to do one more mile before calling it quits. i was losing all sanity because i confused a flying grasshopper for a golden snitch and nearly fell down again. all that to say: 1) my dad is freaking awesome for going on a long run with me, and 2) road rash freaking hurts, and the ocean makes it hurt like hell. my most of me hurts, and it’s all because i can’t quite manage to keep putting one foot in front of the other while doing other things.
photo booth users, i’m looking at you. cmd+f will flip your photo booth pictures so that i can read words in your environment/not get freaked out because you had a drastic change in the way you part your hair. you can even get it to flip them for you in the preferences menu. this may sound silly to you, but i’m tired of seeing most of people’s hair on the wrong side of their head.
i can hear my passport talking to me. its voice is slowly growing from a whisper to a yell. it is getting sad and lonely after three and a half years. i almost feel ridiculous and wasteful for having it and not using it. someday, passport. someday soon. until then, please be quiet, for i am trying to sleep.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”—
The Declaration of Independence
this has always been my favorite part. ever since i was little, this was the part i could always remember. originally i probably only liked it because it used words like ‘self-evident’ and ‘unalienable,’ but i still like it for far better reasons. :)