The $125 track shoes are still in their neon bag. The $100 practice running shoes are sitting on the floor. Begging to see a track. The track uniform, sitting in a drawer somewhere in the teen's bedroom. The soccer shin-guards are still hung up on hangers from the fall season with the faint smell of… Continue reading Spring 2020 Sports Gear Collects Dust
I’m not sure when the detail about “having fun” vanished, but seeing young boys with near tears in their eyes and disappointed faces in the dugout while they sit the bench isn’t my idea of fun.
... Saturday night, both teams came together to honor Kayden and what he stood for – high school sports – leaving it all on the field/court – and an unwavering dedication to both.
Well, in our tiny village, we must be the BEST strongest soldiers because within the past five days, we have endured two life-altering battles. And we are still here for one another, holding each other up through all the pain.
Driving down the road, my mind wasn't on the drive at all. I wasn't paying attention at all. I make the 4 mile drive to the community park, once, if not twice per day. I was driving on auto-pilot.
Fuel emitted onto the roadway. Flowing like lava until a solution was applied to soak it up. Eventually, a tow-truck arrived to take the damaged vehicle away. A SUV with all windows broken – like someone’s heart. Smashed. Destroyed. Gone.
The only time I ran as a young girl or teenager was after the ice cream truck in my neighborhood.
I’m not entirely sure what happened over Christmas break, but my husband and I learned a lot about our children. Mainly, they would rather do anything than worry or care about personal hygiene.
Anywho, I decided against my better judgement to bake cookies. My grandma used to bake the most mouth-watering treats. We’d literally would fight over her cookies. She doesn’t bake anymore, so I attempted to bake sugar cookies today. Dear heavens above, they were the most ass-tasting cookies I have EVER made!
For 10 minutes I worked out in peace. And then, then it was time for them to fucking meditate.
