Next week I am done with my first semester of my junior year of college. I have two more presentations, two more final tests, and one more essay to write. Lets get this done!
These last couple of weeks have been challenging, but life growing. I have gone through two deaths. One was my own great grandfather and another was my boyfriend's grandmother.
The last time I saw my papa was the second week of September. I was there for four days, just visiting with him and my Nonnie. We went to dinner, ate his favorite pecan pie, traveled to one of his properties where he blessed me with a car, and talked until midnight about many of his stories. If there is one man that is a hard worker, he is the one. He is the typical American man; work for your money, and work some more. The traditional American man. Not the American that sits on the computer working stock markets in an office. He is the man who gets his hands dirty on a construction property with a button up shirt and nice slacks from 8 a.m. until night time falls. At his funeral this past week, each of the family members put a rock in his casket in the memory of his hard work, and his fetish of rocks. Papa would pick up rocks on his property just to move them to another area on a different property. He was an amazing man, and he will forever be missed.
In his memory, I ran my BSU indoor races for him. These last two weeks went a little like this: Fly home from Thanksgiving break, fly to California two days later, fly to Boise for my track meet where I ran Friday and Saturday, and drive a 7 hour ride back to school. Was it hard? Of course. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I ran my fastest times for my indoor college career. I won both heats of my 60 meter dash with a time of 8.17 and took third in my 200 heat with a time of 26.89. These times are a huge deal. Let me say why. Last year my fastest time in the 60 was a 8.26 and for my 200 my time was a 27.1. I just ran my two fastest times two months earlier in the indoor season. It may not seem like a huge personal best, but when your body is being pushed to its absolute limit, decreasing times by .02 is a big accomplishment.
Now the time is ticking and the Christmas spirit is here. Last night my roommates and I put up our Christmas tree and we are finally starting to feel the joy in the air. This time may not be easy, but there is always a rainbow after a hurricane.
