It is Tuesday, right? I’m having one of those months where it’s really hard to tell.
You. Guys. When Little Boy was really little, he was pretty much the happiest kid on Earth. You would honestly not know that now, since he is riddled with teen angst so much of the time and has actively pursued a nonchalant persona. But when he was small, he was happy all. the. time. Sometimes he would get SO HAPPY that his little tiny body couldn’t even contain it anymore and he would just scream! It was sort of alarming if you didn’t know him, but if you did, you knew. He was just that happy.
|OMG, that squishy little face!|
That’s how I feel today. I am SO HAPPY that I can’t even contain it! Here’s why, in bullet points with lots of exclamation marks (but almost no actual screaming):
- I got the dream-come-true email this morning that I have been selected as a SkirtSports Ambassador!!!!! If you have been reading my blog for more than two seconds, then you have seen a photo or seven of me wearing my favorite skirt and probably read about how much I love it. (Link is to a recent post where I talked about retiring old running gear, and even though I am wearing one of my many SkirtSports skirts in 14 of the 19 photos, it has never once occurred to me to retire them. You can pry them from my cold, dead hands, thankyouverymuch.) I know your first thought upon reading this exciting news is, “Pahla, that’s great, but what’s in it for me?” Well, coming very soon, I’ll have a super awesome discount to offer you on anything from SkirtSports, which, in case you didn’t know, has way more than just skirts. So, yay! Plus. Well, you’ll be sure to see more pictures of me in skirts, and that’s just a win for everyone, right?
- I did something entirely out of character for me recently: I volunteered to run a pace group at the Running of the Elk half marathon I’m running this weekend! I am beyond excited and only just nervous enough that I already can’t sleep. I was totally already signed up for this race because it’s part of the NorCal Tour de Fit, and based on the way things are going with my lungs and the allergies/asthma nonsense this spring, I knew there was no way I would be racing for time. So, when the call went out on Facebook for a 2:45 pace leader, I jumped on it. What a phenomenal way to give back and still enjoy the run for myself! Yes, I know that just sounded a little selfish. It’s true, though, and the dirty little reason why I have never volunteered at a race before – I’d rather be running!
|source One of the many, many things that I am worried about is whether or not the sign I will carry has balloons attached. I am weird about balloons. Well, to be fair, I am weird about a lot of things, and balloons are just one of them. I don’t like ’em!|
- We are knee-deep in track season around here and my kids are doing really, really well! Pretty much the only time I will make an exception to my “I’d rather be running” rule is when I get to watch my kids. Dude. They are so freaking fast! And, to be brutally honest, they’re not even close to the fastest kids out there. Watching high schoolers run is so exciting! I never ran track (or, you know, around the block) when I was a teenager, so this is all new to me, and I still have a hard time comprehending the speeds these kids are running. Both of my boys are clocking mile times under five minutes, and two miles under 11. Insane!
|Here you go. To contrast with the photo above. My sardonic teenager, who can’t even get excited about winning a friggin’ medal, because he came in 4th place. Oy!|
- This right here is my 300th blog post! Of course, if I had been blogging more regularly (I’m looking at you 2013, with your whopping five posts all year), I would have hit 300 many moons ago. But, ignoring that, I am really excited about this milestone! Thank you for reading my semi-coherent ramblings for all these years (or, if this is the first time you’ve been here, this one time) – I appreciate it!
Okay, I think that’s it. So I guess it wasn’t a trillion actual things, but more like a trillion thoughts bouncing around in my head. Like that’s new.