Perspective

I'm so freaking geeked about Pelotonia this weekend! I've been really frustrated with training and feeling burnt out and not having enough time to do anything that I want to do, and I think this is exactly what I need. This is all about perspective.

The energy that you can feel when you get in the middle of a crowd of people, all brought together by the same cause is always amazing, and I don't expect this to be any different. Pelotonia will raise over 4.5 MILLION dollars, all of that going directly to the James Cancer Hospital at Ohio State.

I've never been able to fully articulate why this is all so important to me. I was pretty young when my dad passed away, even younger when he was sick, so I didn't experience his sickness and death in the same way I would have as an adult, the way my mother did. I miss him more now than I did when I was younger because I now see all the things I want to share with him. In fourteen short years, he gave me a lifetime of aspirations, skills, and a the ability to look at the world with a critical eye and compassionate heart. I'm riding for him and I'm riding for me. These experiences help me remember who he was and what he gave me. He was a truly amazing person.

Shit my dogs ate because I'm too lazy to put stuff away

(in the last couple of weeks)...underwear, lots of underwear. I know, I know, get a hamper, right? Wrong. They can open it. I now have to keep my dirty laundry in ANOTHER ROOM. Socks. Shorts (well, just the crotch, so I suppose I could wear them as a skirt now.) Condoms (seriously, seriously, seriously gross). (Sorry mom! At least I'm being safe. And for the record, these were in the trash in the bathroom--they opened the can.) A loaf of bread. Flour. Powerdered Sugar. Brown Sugar (I've been doing a lot of baking, don't judge). The garbage that I forgot to put out. Tampons (again, GROSS!). And, because they were apparently feeling a little unhealthy from all the other crap, some lettuce. Show of hands...who wants to be me?

Things you can't have too much of:

Garlic...given an ample surplus, even if you scare away your date, you won't have vampires. Plus, one word: pesto.
Onion...I've heard that there are people who cook without garlic and onions. I'm very suspicious of these people.
Sushi. Enough. Said.
Salt...I mean, I guess if you added salt to concentrated soup, it might be a little over the top, but in my world, salt is one of the best things ever.

Things people claim you can't have to much of, but, really, you can:
Sex...I mean, come on...sometimes there just isn't enough lube in the world.
Money...have you seen Donald Trump's hair? There has to be a connection. Or, at least that's what I tell myself to make myself feel better.
Ice Cream...hello? Ice cream headaches.

Weird

So, Sara, Ryan, Martin, and I are at Dirty Franks (seriously, if you live in Columbus and haven't been there, you MUST go) a couple of weeks ago and Ryan asks me what the weirdest thing I've learned about Martin so far is. So, I sat there for a minute, and actually couldn't really come up with anything (contrary to what he thinks, he's actually pretty normal...or, he seems normal to me, which could be a completely different thing...).

I still haven't come up with anything good, but that started a whole conversation about what each of our "weird things" are. Ryan definitely takes the cake, although I won't tell you what his is even though it's f-ing HILARIOUS...but now every time there is a lull in conversation with any of my other friends, I want to ask...what's your weird thing?

So, what is it? And, if you can think of something, what's mine?