Friday, December 9, 2011

Crazy, stupid love

No, this post is not a movie review. It is a random post about my love life because I have been stuck indoors sick most of the day....and I’m probably thinking a bit too much for my own good.

My thoughts tonight have me convinced that everyone has a little bit of crazy in them. A little bit of out of control passion driving them to do things that others don’t understand. And LOVE - that life altering four letter word - brings out the best of the crazy in most of us, right??

Like earlier this year....

At a time when I was least expecting it--when I was sick, lonely, and on a treatment that put me through hormonal hell--I fell totally and completely in love. It was the head over heels, can’t sleep at night, consuming my thoughts kind of love. As much as I tried to resist it, I couldn’t.

Well, I don’t write about it often. It has been months since this stupid love snuck up on me and made me go a little crazy. To be honest, I thought I was over it for a little while. I thought I had moved on....

But while I was at home resting and trying to pass the time tonight, I realized something...

I haven’t let go. I haven’t been able to move on.

I’m still wrapped up in it, y’all.

No, not him.

IT.

Yes....I’m in love with my bike. I don’t just like it, I’m all out crazy for it. I want to be near it, talk about it and dwell upon it during every moment of every day. I want to get on my bike and ride off into the sunset forever. I want to gaze into distant horizons and whisper sweet nothings into its aero bars.

Destination? Anywhere.

Hills. Flats. Country. City. And even the trainer.

That’s the special thing about The Howitzer (yes, I’ve named it): I don’t need a place to go because riding is essentially flying through the air at ground level, just like I do in dreams — but real.

On Howie, pedaling through the country roads, I see things that I’ve never noticed before, even though I’ve driven down the very same streets a hundred times in my car. Flying on the saddle with my leg powered vehicle, I’m transported to a place that I’ve never been to. A place of freedom. The frustrations, losses, and past heartbreaks disappear. And I can just be.

The journey is always an adventure, wherever it may lead me. I soak everything in around me.

In the neighborhoods, odors of fried southern foods wander through the air. To add to the mix, people’s homes each have their own unique arrangement of smells: cedar wood, fresh laundry, chip bark, and sometimes children or animals are in the mix. Sometimes, even though I see nobody in sight, I smell a sweet perfume that has traveled on the breeze.

It sure beats the old sock funk that pours from my car’s heating vents.

In the chilly winter weather, my mind and body are not the only things running free. My sinuses pour out like I just used a neti pot. Howie doesn’t care though. Snots and all, he loves me back...

We are absolutely perfect for each other.

When the sun goes down and the street lights come on and everyone goes off into their homes, I want to carry on charging into the darkness just to feel the burn of cold air on my cheeks.

Yes. I’m crazy about my bike.

Which is why this Friday night, as I sit here typing, unable to ride because of a little bronchitis....

Only Howie is beside me.

People don’t understand my obsession with it. Guys think I’m insane when I turn down dates to spend time with it. They spout off questions like, “can your bike take you to dinner?” and “can you date your bike?”. Then they start mocking my love for a “machine”.

I really don’t care though.

They just don’t understand how good it feels to be riding. They just don’t understand this love.

Tonight I’ll go to bed, thinking & dreaming about when I can ride again. I’ll wake up at 3AM, get a drink of water, and check on Howie...before shuffling back to bed for a couple more hours.

It never fails.

Crazy, stupid love...  :)





Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Hoo-Ahhs!

I don’t even know where to begin. I’m still amazed . . .

I guess last month, I had the simple idea to send out care packages to some of the troops that Josh had served with in Afghanistan. I asked what they needed and got the response of BABY WIPES and BAKED GOODS. Baby wipes apparently are like gold over in Afghanistan because of how handy they are in that sandy, dry land where troops might have to forego a shower. And baked goods are well....good. 

Mmmmm-k. Simple and fun, I thought. I love to bake, especially for our amazing troops (...yes, I wish I could eat everything I bake too, but that’s another blog post waiting to happen...). 

As for the baby wipes, I put up a Facebook post on our triathlon club page asking for donations. Our tri club is unlike most in the way that they are unbelievably caring and so involved in the community. It isn’t all about racing with them and I love that! 

ANYWAY. . . before the ADD carries me too far away . . .

I got over 200 packages of baby wipes donated... and I was so freakin’ stoked! 

Feelin’ some of the love in my living room...

But that’s not even the best part y’all....

Apparently the rep of the baby wipes company was at Sams the same time Kevin was loading up his cart with boxes of these awesome handy things. The rep got to talking to Kev, wondering why on earth we needed so many baby wipes, and then. . . 

LONG STORY SHORT . . . 

The company is going to be donating a tractor trailer full of baby wipes to the troops in Afghanistan!!!

Do what???!?! 

Talk about being at the right place at the right time! 

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Can I get an Amen, yo!??!?!

Who has two thumbs, phenomenal test results, extraordinary health, and a thankful heart???

Ummmmm.....

THIS GIRL!!!! 

I went to the doctor for another check up. Nothing out of the ordinary. I was scheduled to go, but also had some concern over bleeding caused by a little extra estrogen from the BC. He changed me from the Seasonique to the LoSeasonique - for any ladies wondering.

I had some fun tests done (total sarcasm) annnnnnd....I’m GOLDEN, y’all. :) No sign of disease...

My past of weekly doctor visits have been reduced to 2x a year. WOOT WOOT!

Can I get an Amen, yo!?!??!?!

This next year is going to be killer amazing!!! I’m the healthiest I have been since 2006 when I first got sick. Awwwwww snap! 2012 better watch out. I’m going to rock it like a U2 concert (and yes, U2 is the best rock band ever)!!!