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Finding my “-er”

People tend to identify themselves but some of the activities that they do.  Mike, for instance, is a mapper.  He’s also a fisherman, a hunter, an musician.

My mom is a mother…which she chose to be.

Me?  I’m a daughter, and a sister…neither of which I had any say in, but I do truly enjoy.  They’re not something I chose to do though. They’re not activities.

I can describe myself in adjectives:  happy, odd, not-so-well traveled, cheap, free.  But I don’t have an “-er” beyond “sister” and “daughter”.  I’m not a golfer or a softball player.  I’m not a runner or a hiker or a climber.  I do some of these things–I joined a softball league and I run, but I do not identify myself with those activities.

And we’ve talked about how I write, but I am not a writer. I am not a musician. I am not a cook.  I am not a baker (yet…am I right, Mike? 😉 ).

I don’t do activity that I enjoy so much that I want to identify myself with it.  What does that mean?  I want to be a wife and a mother someday.  Those are things I will choose and will enjoy…but shouldn’t I have something to be until then?  I’m not a crafter or a decorator.  I am not a quilter or a seamstress.

I suppose I am a dreamer.  And I suppose I am an avid Roseanne fan.  And I do love the Cleveland Indians and baseball, but not so much so that I can define myself by any of it.

I think this goes back to me needing a hobby.  But it seems it’s deeper than that.  It seems to me that I need a self-defining activity.  This ought to be interesting.

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Posted by on May 15, 2012 in Daily Happenings


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On Running…

I’ve talked about running before.

Let me make it clear that I am by no means a “runner”.  I run.  But I am not a runner.  It’s kind of like “I write, but I am not a writer.”  You can ask me about that another day.

Lots of people at my work run, and they enter raises, and they go long distances, and I’m impressed.  They train, and they have the drive to do this type of stuff.

Me, on the other hand, I don’t have that drive.  My drive to run is based solely on making my body smaller and healthier.  So I do not enter races, and I run about 4-5 miles a night.  That’s it.

One of my past professors, dear friend, and overall one of my favorite people ever, is a runner.  Hardcore.  For years, he has wanted to take me to get fitted for proper running shoes–and I am finally going to go.  My ankles and knees are achy.  I think it’s time.

Maybe this will change my stance on running.  But for now, it’s just a way to stay healthy.


Posted by on May 11, 2012 in Daily Happenings


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Running On Broken Knee

I’m sure you’re all smart enough to realize that the chunky adolescent with the broken knee was me.  I did blow out my knee, smashed it back together, and went on my merry way.  That day at the food court, though, I ordered a salad.

I made it through junior high and high school pretty successfully.  I wore straight leg jeans until 9th grade, when Old Navy introduced a flare that I didn’t think was dumb.  I had one Abercrombie shirt.  I even got a boyfriend.  I quit buying Lisa Frank, quit perming my hair, got my braces off, and quit eating lunches for 3 years, which seemed to do the trick.

I forgot about the whole knee situation until I started running in college.  I’m not real sure what made me do it.  I always loved to walk, and one day, the walking just didn’t seem fast enough.  It wasn’t giving me that pounding heart that I love so much.  So I took off.  I ran and I ran and I ran.

One summer, I was running 5 miles a day.  This was fine and dandy until my right hip started hurting, and my knee starting freaking out on me, then my back was screwy.  And one day, while I was putting on my shoes, I realized that my right leg was shorter than the other.  Awesome.  Not much, but enough to feel it while running.  I blame it on the day in the dressing room, and my love for chicken fingers in my younger days.

I still like to run, though.  I can’t do 5 miles a day anymore because my knee can’t take it.  I’ll settle for 2-3 mile days with a ton of walking.

Last night, I must have walked 10 miles.  I went for a walk/run by myself after work.  I walked with my friend Chelsea at 7.  And at 8:30, I met up with my friend Denise and her neighbor for a walk.  Then I ruined it all with a Piña Colada.  🙂


Posted by on July 13, 2011 in Daily Happenings


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