Sometimes I just want to talk about things. Today is one of those times.
I had a mini-epiphany in my PR class today: I will be as successful as I want to be. Sitting in the third row from the front, listening to a guest speaker and the ensuing student comments, I realized I have what it takes. That is, as long as I don't get in my own way. It's not about the degree I get; it's about the skills I have.
*sigh of relief*
Second, and just as exciting, I finally felt like a runner again. The run from the Runner's Market started at probably 23 degrees, and finished probably five or six degrees cooler. But it didn't matter; I ran across Kingston Pike, into Sequoya Hills, down to Cherokee Boulevard, and made my way back in time for dinner at Agave Azul.
Seeing the snow on the ground, waving to people walking dogs, struggling to talk to friends while my own breath clouds my vision - that's why I run. Who else got to see the whole neighborhood blanketed in white powder? Only the handful of dedicated / crazy friends that runs together every Wednesday night. It snowed on us tonight, flakes coming down and clinging to my clothes, until my body heat melted them away.
That run kicked my attitude back into high-gear. It doesn't matter how fast or how far you go; it matters how much fun you have. Time for me to lace up my big-boy shoes and get back on the pavement.
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