Hope your 1st of December is extra sweet!
And as the old cliche goes: ONLY 24 more shopping days til Christmas!
December also means that we are on the downhill slide to an end of another year. 2011 will be closing another chapter in everyone's personal book of life. I want to cherish the memories. The laughter. The love. Because in 20 years time, I don't know if I will remember the "little things" that make each day special. And frankly, that makes me want to cry. The kind of crying that can only make one look absolutely and dreadfully UGLY.
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So, there are also plenty of moments I don't want to remember either or for you to remember. Like the time I had surgery. Three surgeries, to be exact. Just 6 weeks ago. Three incisions. This was so NOT elective. I had two hernia repairs and another prolapsed something or other. For some unknown reason, my 45 minute surgery was 180 minutes in length. And my wakeup was not easy. In fact, I did not want to wake up. The recovery nurse spent five hours trying to get me to wake-up and go home. Apparently, I had overstayed my welcome. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that I only slept three hours the night before surgery. I sure was tired!
Now that I am somewhat healed. I ventured out on a 5K with my family. The Turkey Trot was a great way to begin the Thanksgiving holiday -- running before a day of feasting. It was a beautiful morning and I believe that is what the other 11,995 people were thinking too as they donned their running shoes. The crowd! I don't believe the streets in my city are wide enough for that many people. Perhaps, 2000 runners wore chips to actually try and compete... while the other 10,000 runners were just there for the *fun*.
At the race's end, my darling husband and elated eldest daughter were waiting for me and my two riding littles to cross the *finish* line.
Me: "How did you do?"
DH: "We did okay, but there were a lot of people to *run* around? How was your run?"
Me: "I don't know... WHY don't you try SHOVING 120 POUNDS UP SIX HILLS? Oh, and did I mention that the front wheel sprung off its quick release hinge and I had to carry the wheel while balancing those 120 pounds of children and stroller?"
Other than the mishaps and the hills, it was a great run. Luckily, the endorphins were kicked in and I was just happy! And then the results: My eldest placed in her age group. I am so proud of her.
