The COLOR RUN!!

This past weekend I have been in the twin cities visiting friends and family while waiting to do none other than the Color Run! Since my doctor had previously advised me to not run during this event and only walk, I was quite dishearten (literally) to do it anymore. However, I told myself that stuff happens in life and that even though I could not run it like I hoped, I would still do it because I had signed up.

Turns out, since my previous doctor visit, she gave me the thumbs up for being able to run it!! Isn't that fantastic? My problems had cleared up enough to let me go on with my plans for running it. Albeit I will not be able to run it as I planned, but I can still give it my best!! I am so excited!!

Tomorrow I will have the best run of my life! And the happiest one too!

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The Color Run was AMAZING!! It so great to be able to run with others and feel the comrade all around. With so many people, I thought that it would have felt cold and almost unwelcoming, but it was the complete opposite. There were many high fives, laughter, and "great job guys; keep it up!" And all from my fellow runners that I have never met before. Since this race is family friendly and not timed, the pressure to do my best was lowered and the need to have an awesome time was expanded. I was meeting a friend of mine there who I had been training with, and we started out at the 8 a.m. start line.

Here we are beautifully white and clean, but the best part about this 5k is knowing that we weren't going to stay like that for long! :D 

This is after finishing the Color Run. Yes, I had passed the finish line. It wasn't the end of the 5K Color Run though. We still had the Color Run festival to participate in. Which was 15 minutes after we had finished our experiences with running through color. 

Underneath is the festival. Don't worry the color is all natural. This picture shows only a small amount of how wickedly awesome this was. 

Here I am!! All colorfied and loving it!! It was amazing! I highly recommend for everyone one to experience it at least once. 

The Little Boy at the Parade

This week during the 4th of July is probably one of the most busiest weeks because of work. I don't really celebrate it other than watch the fireworks and enjoy working at a very fast pace during the parade. In the small town I live in, I can honestly say that I would not want to be in any other town during that day. I love working at the ice cream shop during the parade because of the people watching. there are so many characters that come through.

During the parade, a little boy runs up to the window and asks very urgently for a kid cone and throws candy in the window while also handing my boss his gift certificate for that same cone. As he runs off I notice that he has a wagon with the label The Lego on it trailing behind him. It was then that I knew that he cut out of the parade to get the cone promised to him without finishing the rest of the parade. That cone was serious business.

LIfe in the Summer

Okay, so I haven't been writing in a long time, and I have found that even though I haven't really had time to write that I was also making excuses not to. Telling myself that I am too busy to do something I love, but I have found myself not wanting to write. I have been dreading it. Why? I still don't know the answer to that, but I do know one thing. I have lost my mojo in writing. Why haven't I been dying to write down my stories about my STLF trip or my trip to Hawaii? Or the fact that my life seems to change in a blink of an eye, and the only things constant are my family, friends, and where I live? It doesn't make sense to me since I have been writing in journals since I was seven. Before I even liked to read no less. Sometimes I wonder if I feel like I am not creating the adventures or living the way I said I would in this blog, but then I think to myself that life will always be an adventure, and whether I do anything or not about it, it will send me down a path. So what if my life is messed up, and my big adventures sometimes need to be set aside? This my one and only life and I need to live it. In a way I am saying the stupid saying YOLO (you only live once), but I don't mean to go out and get trashed and party it up. I want to do something meaningful to me. Some say that YOLO is our today's version of carpe diem, but does it really matter?

So life has in a sense thrown me a couple curve balls and I ended up striking out. The Color Run that I have been training for since February is now a somewhat diminished goal. I have been having some medical issues lately that I don't know if they stem from my heart problem, or if it is a totally new problem, and my doctor has told me to stop running. I will be able to walk the 5k Color Run, but I am not going to jog it like I planned to. This breaks my heart, but I am no quitter so tomorrow during my next doctor visit I will ask if I can begin training again. It is in less than 15 days now, but I am certain that if I can start training again and be able to run it somewhat that I will be happy in the long run.

To make matters better, I probably shouldn't be having any caffeine, but I am cheating today. My own little rebellion. :D HaHA! Take that! I'll drink a iced latte if I want to.

So between two jobs, I have been going to the doctor and physical therapist, which has been giving me no time to myself, but today and yesterday I've been given a couple days off. And let me tell you, I am not wasting them at all. Yesterday I was able to see my bestie Lissy while going out on the lake. It was gorgeous and hot! Perfect day for the beach. I must admit that life on the lake in Minnesota is the best. Taking boat rides out to Agency Bay and hanging out soothes my soul. Every calms in my head and there is nothing to worry about. I don't have to worry about work or getting anything done. I just sit and relax. Nothing beats my time on the boat. The wind on my face, the sun beating down on my 50 SPF lathered skin, the sound and feel of riding on the water. It's a perfect moment in time.

Life not always go my way and I may sometimes loose my mojo, but when I am on the boat none of it matters. Some people think that living up north in Minnesota is crazy, and maybe I am crazy, but many don't realize what their missing out on. I know I will have to leave it someday, but it will never stop calling to my soul, and that I am grateful for.