This week I have been on parking lot duty with our soccer team in conjunction with the LPGA tournament taking place in town. I'm here from 5:15 until noon & it has actually been quite pleasant.
A friend works next to the hotel where I'm volunteering, so I had company this morning as the sun interrupted the stars. We visited, shared coffee & I occasionly pointed a car to lot A. I was told that my desire to never, ever complete an Ironman, my end up being like my desire to never, ever compete in a marathon. After my car park duties are finished, we will meet & I will attempt another, non-race open water swim. I am hopeful that with a partner it will make it easier.
Yesterday I told a pair of old friends they were being replaced by new, but I think they, the old, will always or at least for awhile stick around. They did carry me through some of the most difficult days and over a thousand miles. They have touched the ground in a number of states and 3 continents. I think they know all of my secrets and although I try to stick to the idea, when something new replaces something worn out, the worn out is tossed, it just feels wrong.
It is ironic in a way that the old were blue in color, as were so many of the days when they were worn. And equally as ironic, the new ones are bright & with a hint of glitter. I will wear them as I run a 5k next weekend w/ my 2 of my boys & our 4 legged friend, then the following day in my last tri of the season*. I will return to a place where no matter how hard I tried to bloom, I watched myself wilt & when I do return, my smile will be as bright & real as the color of my new kicks. I can't wait!
I'm writing this on my phone, so I'm not quite sure how the pictures will attach or what order. The are of my makeshift car coffee table, my feet wearing my old friends & the sparkle of my new kicks.
*I think it's my last, anyway. I don't have a wetsuit & the water is getting chilly. But I could probably be talked into another easily.
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