Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Kickboxing/Race Dayyyy

Last Thursday I went to my first kickboxing class with my friend Lauren. I did cardio kickboxing in college - the kind where you punch the air and do combos - so I figured this would be the same sort of thing... I was definitely wrong. This kickboxing is hardcore. You punch actual bags and where gloves and do loads of pushups...I LOVE IT. Thank goodness Lauren dragged me out there (she is the best at this - finding new places/things for us to go and do...just the other day she found a new place for us to get pedis where they give you a cocktail while they do your toes!). I am finally getting back into shape...I still need to drop a few pounds for summer, but I feel SO MUCH better when I workout.

My race Saturday went really well. I was so nervous because I only had a chance to run twice in the 10 days before the race because of my sickness. I finished at about the rate of a 10 minute mile - which was okay. My next goal is to get under 30 minutes. My family came and cheered me on which was a huge help and motivator!

Tonight I'm going to take the night off and just sleeeeeeep. :) I'm exhausted.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Ty and Wayne

Ty and Wayne are announcing at 2:30 today...highly doubt any surprises but will update later!

Tuesday, April 21, 2009


While I'm in my content moment of clarity, I wanted to send out an apology (ies). I know most people that these apologies go out to probably don't read this blog (thank goodness!), but maybe just putting it out there in the universe and vowing not to repeat my actions is good enough. Some are general, some are specific (but not named), others are specific (and named).

I'm sorry if I've been too preoccupied with my own problems to give yours the time of day. I realized how blessed I am to have such an amazing life and wonderful friends who are willing to listen to me. If I've ever cut you off while you were speaking or belittled your problems, please forgive me! I really do care about you all more than you know! Though I can be a bit of a homebody at times, I love you all so much and know I couldn't survive a single day without you.

I'm sorry if I talked back to you (Mom). I know we butted heads a lot and for that I'm so sorry. You are EVERYTHING I want to be when I grow up (still not grown up...) and I respect you more than I respect anyone in the whole world. Everyday I find myself saying "Mom was right." I'm glad I've gotten over my stubborn, stupid self and we've gotten to the point where we can be best friends. I love you. :)

I'm sorry if I held you to unreasonable/stupid standards. I recently realized how often I do this with you! I get mad at you for things I wouldn't give a second thought to if someone else did them. After all those years of telling you you needed to read the sign in your kitchen, I now realize that I am just as guilty as you! I am so grateful for you in my life and I do not tell you that enough! Squeezes.

I'm sorry to everyone I let down, especially you little brother.  You are the one person I want to see me in the best light possible. I know how much you look up to me and when I let you down it hurts me more than anything on this earth. Since the day when I could get you to stop crying when no one else could, you've had my heart entirely. I'm sorry for the times I've fallen short of the big sister I should be. I promise to try to do better. Lovelove.

Content :)

I lovelovelove those days when I feel an overwhelming sense of peace... today is definitely one of those days. It's ironic because I'm having a fat day (gross!) and I have absolutely no voice (thank you, laryngitis), but I'm feeling wonderfully, blissfully content. :)

I'm kind of getting used to this whole not talking thing. Normally, I am a talker. If I am privileged enough to call you one of my good friends, then this is nothing new to you. And let me just apologize now for the sometimes (often) incessant talking. This laryngitis is teaching me that it's nice to sit back and really listen and observe. Sometimes I get so caught up in myself and my emotions (trust me, emotional describes me on my most stoic of days) that I fail to put myself in other people's shoes. That is something I've been trying to work on, ESPECIALLY with people that I am very quick to ostracize or put down because of past history or our close relationship. I realize how unfair I have often been in that capacity and not being able to speak has only served to shed more light on the subject.

My race is Saturday. I was so excited that I actually trained for something and stuck with it... until I got sick. I've managed to walk almost everyday, but it's been about a week since I've run. My mom keeps suggesting I skip it and go to the beach, but something is telling me I have to go through with it. I'm debating training for next year's half marathon. One of my "to dos" in life is to set a goal that absolutely terrifies me. This 5k was a step, but a half marathon would be the ultimate terrifying feat.

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Hodge Podge

I guess I should start by saying, GO HEELS!! My boys won the National Championship in rather dominating fashion. I'm going to miss this team. It makes me tear up just thinking about it.

Speaking of tearing up, my brother cried when the boys came back to the Dean Dome from Detroit. He was so confused. At seven you haven't really experienced many cries except selfish ones (ie I'm physically hurt, my feelings are hurt, I didn't get my way, etc) and so when he cried when the boys came home he didn't understand. I was sooooo proud of him. What else would I expect from the boy who got his first report card at age five and asked, in all seriousness, "Are these grades good enough to get into Carolina?" :)

I'm sick... which sucks. I think I have the flu. I stayed out of work yesterday. It was miserable. Every part of my body hurt. I could barely walk. Today I'm back at work with basically just a sore throat. It is a welcome reduction to the pain of yesterday. It's also kept me from running which is AWFUL considering my race is in a little over a week. I ran a quick mile on Tuesday. Yesterday I ran a mile with my brother at his school because he was so excited about it. I felt horrible and like I was going to die, but I'm glad it made him happy.

I'm all dopey on meds today and keep getting confused really easily -- which is not good when you struggle enough pre-meds. I am looking forward to going home and crawling in bed. Or maybe going on a walk, tanning, and then getting a free drink or two at Third Thursday....then crawling into bed. :)

Monday, April 6, 2009

...I might like Roy...

I'm sitting here at work reading pregame articles (that's pretty much all my focus will allow for today) and there's an article that basically calls Tom Izzo an angel and Roy Williams a giant jerkface. So, I'm reading said article, and I start getting upset. Which sounds pretty normal. I mean you are supposed to support the coach of your team, right? Fair enough, but I have never liked Roy Williams. It all started because I was a huge Matt Doherty fan (as many will tell you, I am a fan of the underdogs...:) ) Roy didn't give a ____ about North Carolina. As a Carolina fan, that hurts. College basketball in this part of the country is a religion. And us Carolina fans tend to think Carolina basketball is the mecca of that religion. That's why when Roy Williams didn't give a ____ about North Carolina, I got mad. Nobody says that about the best school, basketball or otherwise, in the nation.

Yet, today when I was reading the article, I found myself getting very upset and immediately jumping to Roy's defense. .... And that is when I realized... .I think that I might like Roy these days. He does look like my dad and he says cute things like "Jimminy Christmas." He plays a style of basketball that I like. Sometimes he dresses badly, but when he wears the cute striped tie he makes up for it. He cried when talking about this year's group of seniors - I loved that. And he doesn't sugarcoat... even though that made me mad six years ago, I appreciate that today. Oh yeah, and he recruited LARRY DREW.


Friday, April 3, 2009

Ty Lawson listed just one school....

I lovelovelove human interest stories on athletes. LOVE. I just read one that gave me chills... particularly the following:

Dante Cunningham said he recently looked through an old scrapbook that the two coaches had put together, and found a sheet in which they had asked each player -- when they were just 11 -- to state what college they dreamed of playing for. Dante wrote down Michigan, or Georgetown, which had recently been the homes of Chris Webber and Allen Iverson, respectively. Ty Lawson listed just one school: North Carolina. "When I saw that," Cunningham said, "I thought, 'Wow. That's crazy, that he already knew back then.'"

I love that. The greatest point guard in the nation knew from the time he was eleven he wanted to play for Carolina.

I know the feeling. I knew from birth, basically, that I wanted to go to Carolina. Sure I applied to a few schools, but deep down I knew I would end up at Carolina. Without a doubt the best four years of my life. Nothing beats walking through the quad on a sunny day or tailgating before singing the alma mater at Kenan. Nothing. It makes me smile to think Ty, the greatest point guard in the entire country, feels those things too. :)

And tonight I get to pretend I'm back living it all again. Heaven!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

I am h-a-p-p-y.

I can play about five songs on the piano. Jingle Bells, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas, Oh Holy Night (it's a requirement to know how to play this in my family - my Aunt Gail hates this song so we all play it for her), the little bikini song, AND I am h-a-p-p-y.

I am h-a-p-p-y is one of the easiest songs to play on the piano, ever. My grandmother taught it to me the first time I spent two weeks at her house during the summer. Those were a great two weeks. My grandmother was an amazing person -- she knew more about ACC basketball than anyone I know. There was never a bigger Clemson fan in the history of the world. The two weeks I spent at her house were so much fun. We would start every morning with her saying, "Lindsay, look how much my hibiscus has grown" and end the evenings with fresh South Carolina peaches, chocolate milk, and nick-at-nite. I miss that.

Anyway, I woke up with that song in my head. I haven't thought of that song in YEARS, and I woke up with it in my head. It's really counterintutive because I went to bed crying and woke up from a nightmare crying in the middle of the night. Yet, when I woke up this morning, that song was in my head.

And today has actually turned into a great day! I felt the peace I was feeling weeks ago and I talked to my best friend. Tonight I get to see my life coach (aka my brother) who can only help steer things in the right direction.

2 days til LD owns everyone... :)