I realized (a few days ago) that I haven't written a blog in a while. "I wonder why Julie hasn't blogged in a while" you might ask yourself? Well, I've been a bad, bad person about working out lately. My LAST SET of Boards is in 2 weeks and I have been trying to study as much as possible for them without having my study time impinge on my family time and as it turns out, working out gets kicked aside if there's sick children, studying, school, interning, etc.
I know, excuses, excuses ... I shouldn't make up excuses because no matter how much you justify it, the outcome is still the same ... I only worked out 2 times last week and I haven't been to the gym in a while. So, after almost falling off the horse, I hoisted myself back up onto the saddle today.
While leaving the parking lot of my voting location today (PS, get out and vote) I measured a new route with the speedometer in the car. I wanted to circulate my run around the voting area because you could sense the urgency and the energy coming from the hustle and bustle of the voting location. I was feeding off the energy it was putting out. After voting I proudly diplayed my "I Voted" sticker on my running shirt and left the house in the direction of the voting location. I didn't make it all the way there but I could see the intersection in the distance. From every direction cars were filing into the already packed parking lot. AMAZING!!! What a great feeling to see everyone being so politically active. It made me think about how minimal my life problems are. My BOARDS are insignificant compared to the political movements about the war or our economic crisis. A thought came to me that, I have the right to freedom, I have the right to health care, and I have the right to vote but only I am responsible for these things just like I am the only one responsible for the outcomes of my daily choice to exercise.
FAVORITE SONG OF THE RUN: 'Breath in and Breath out' By Mat Kearney
Breath in and breath out
Tell me all of your doubt
And everybody bleeds this way, just the same
We push and pull
And we fall down sometimes
I'm not letting go, you hold the other line
There is a light, in your eyes, in your eyes ...