Waxing Melancholy

This morning after my jog/walk with friends I got on the computer to find some photos in my EHDs that I haven't been able to locate. They are pictures from Will's and my's (?) trip to Washington DC and NYC the summer before we moved to SoCal. I had been talking with a friend from church about NYC (she just went) at park day and it started me thinking about them. Well, last night I found the NYC pictures, but I can't find the DC pictures. I'm super sad. I'm not giving up, but I just don' t know where they have gone. Perhaps my friends the Waites and the Potters can send me some if they find them.

As I was searching through old photo folders I came across this photo from that same summer. I had trained and ran the Bix7 (it's called the Bix7 because it's a 7 mile race during the Bix Beiderbecke Jazz Festival) in Iowa with my dad and little brother. It made me sad. Sad for the days when I looked like this. Sad for the days when I had time to put the effort into looking like this. Sad for the days when I felt like this. ::sigh:: Then I remembered something my little sister had posted on her blog once when she was feeling quite the same way. Her friend told her:

• Instead of cursing your tendency to accumulate extra pounds, I will thank you for the two perfect miracles you have given me.
• Instead of bemoaning your lack of energy, I will thank you for your superhuman ability to overcome sleep deprivation, less-than-ideal nutrition, and lack of meaningful exercise, and just keep going.

So, I pulled myself out of my melancholy slump and decided it can be again. I just need to get serious and if that means workouts at 5:45am, then that's what it means. I can do it. I'm grateful for a body that has been able to give me to beautiful children, that I can workout, and that I can do pretty much anything I put my mind to. I can do it. Like Dori says, "Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming. La-ha-ha-HA!" :)