someone elses heart

i think about the concept of time a lot, or the feeling of time more then the actual concept of it. like, when i saw this picture i realized that this girl is two and that she sat at my softball game last night and yelled "go kate!" but that i held this girl within minutes of her birth. it's contradicting in my mind. time is either much too slow or much too fast and i often find myself not understanding the balance between anticipation and patience and not wanting to use the phrase "yesterday". i guess i'm also contradicting. i'm either much too slow or much too fast. i never keep a pace, i've never kept a pace. i tell myself it will come with age or kid's or a diploma. but i'm not going to bank on it.


i've got cool friends (and short friends.) the kind of friends that leave at 3:00 a.m so we can spend the day at six flags, and when the hotel tells you they only have a room with a king bed they just share with you, the kind that eat at the same restaurant 3 times in one weekend because it was just that good. and the kind of friends that play the question game for 6+ hours.


something like a grass hopper

1. my shoes are size 10.5. sarah's are size 6.5
2. we ran 13.1 miles in newport beach this weekend. i'm halfway there. and you know what? i think i can do it.
3. i might have cried on mile 12 due to a life-threatening muscle cramp.
4. never, ever sign up for a "scenic" half marathon. because apparently scenic means 9 creek beds, 4 sand pits, a few boulders, a cave, and 2 killer hills.
5. i'm honestly surprised how many emotions i can have in 2-and-some hours.
6. thinking your at mile 6, and really only being at mile 3 is not fun.
7. i'm proud of myself.
8. and dear sarah, i love you and couldn't have done it without you, and i'm still reeeeeally sorry i told you to stop talking that one time.