March 7, 2010

Run, Baby, Run

I've been running a lot lately, but I hesitate to call myself a runner. Runners are, in my mind, an elite group; a people of scars and gruesome stories of pulled hamstrings and, at the the very least, thin, toned legs. I certainly don't have the legs thing down (see the infamous "skinny jeans" ordeal), I've never pulled a hamstring, and the closest thing I've gotten to running-related scars are the gashes I seem to always take out while shaving so that my legs are fit for gym shorts.

But the other morning, when I found myself getting up at 5:45am to run four miles before work, I entertained the thought...could I possible be a runner?

I think it all comes down to motivation. Mine is mainly food, specifically, the ability to eat more of it. Not for personal achievement, not for a challenge and not even for health. No sir, I run in the name of gluttony.

Give me some more time.

March 6, 2010

The Good Life

I often find myself complaining. Mainly about life. Just life. But life is good. I started thinking about some of the things I have experienced...

...Federer playing on Center Court at Wimbledon
...kissing in the snow
...creme brulee and champagne in Paris
...tapas and sangria in Spain
...a pet cow camp
...skinny dipping in the Mediterranean
...moving to a foreign city where I knew absolutely no one
...celebrating my twenty-first birthday in Florence
...kissing the Blarney Stone
...U2 in concert
...spending Thanksgiving at a pub in London
...picking out my dinner from a fisherman in Sicily
...being a bridesmaid in a wedding at an Italian Villa (well, this is coming)
...a rendezvous under the Eiffel Tower...where the only prior communication was, "Meet me under the Eiffel Tower"

and, perhaps most overwhelmingly...

...God's grace.

Not bad for 23, huh? Life is good. God is good. Praise Him.

Under Contruction

I feel like my blog might be a bit boyish...maybe I'll revamp this weekend. A little "Spring cleaning," if you will.