Last weekend we welcomed a new 4 legged friend to our family! WELCOME HOME BRISTOL!
3 weeks ago was Clear the Shelter Day in New Hampshire and I posted on Facebook that maybe we should get a new friend for Diesel...mostly since it was Clear the Shelter Day and I was seeing dogs on Facebook all day!
The next day Mike sent me links to two dogs on Petfinder. I didn't look too seriously at them, but that afternoon when he said he wanted to email the rescue, I said go for it.
Fast forward three weeks and here she is! All the way from Georgia!
This is a tougher topic than the first day of the writing challenge, but let's just see where this goes...
Immediately my friend Brittany comes to mind. She's an easy first answer. She taught me more about perseverance, grit, and silliness than almost anyone else I've known. She lived a short life that was made more difficult due to Cystic Fibrosis, but she was happy, silly, smiling, LAUGHING, working hard, and accomplished big things in her 19 years on Earth. She was a great friend even when I wasn't and she was always fun to be around. Even through her death she has continued to teach me and has continued to be a reminder of these qualities.
I haven't been much of a blogger lately. I want to be. I write when inspiration hits, but not consistently or regularly. A friend in my running group (Mia @ SwimSpinRunEat) turned me onto a writing challenge posted by RunTriMom and I figured this was the perfect opportunity to write more and talk about some new topics.
Each day there will be a different subject that RunTriMom laid out and I will put my spin on it. Here we go!
10 THINGS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY
I don't want it to be true, but it is.
This is not about me. That is just my background. If you know me in real life, keep reading, this applies to you. If you don't, keep reading and see if we have anything in common.
I live in two very separate bubbles. On one hand, I live in a small town in New Hampshire. I grew up in an even smaller town in New Hampshire. I could count on my fingers the number of students in my school who weren't white, and that was in a public school comprised of three towns. I grew up in a hunting family, surrounded by gun lovers. We never went into the city unless it was to go visit a doctor in Boston. I don't even know how to use public transportation! I did not grow up practicing, or even really knowing anything about, any religion. I'd say I grew up pretty culturally sheltered. I still live within 20 minutes of where I grew up and went to school. A lot of us still live here. And a lot of us are terribly racist.
I've been trying to write this for a week now...It still doesn't seem real.
I ran the Boston Marathon!
I had big fears going into this race. BIG FEARS. I was afraid of my feet and my legs (getting injured). I was afraid of the weather (overheating). I was afraid of not finishing (what I thought would mean failing).
I felt pressure from so many people watching me, both in person and online. What if I choked in front of all of them?
But I was also extremely excited! Boston is an iconic race and living in the area makes it feel both like my hometown race and the prestigious HONOR that it is to run.
That's something that I don't think a lot of non-runners realize. The true honor that it is to run this race. (I had no idea about this before I ran.)
Hi, I'm Jessie!
I live in NH with my husband and our pup. My favorite things are coaching Girls on the Run, eating good food that I didn't have to cook, helping other people work on their health, volunteering for and running races, watching tv, doing yoga, and spending too much time on social media. #Balance