Having trouble logging on all day! Finally I'm here. SOOOO excited it's Friday. This week has been a long one, as I had to get up REALLY early (okay, it's early for me--for some of you this is standard operating procedure) for the past 4 days. It was worth it though--got all my workouts in and I'm feeling pretty good.
Yesterday's workout had to be done starting at 5am--which means I had to get up at 4:50. FOUR FREAKING FIFTY. Those of you who knew me in college know that I sometimes could, if need be, sleep until 2pm. DaisyDuc and I sometimes had a REALLY hard time making it to the dining hall for "brunch" on Saturdays by ONE-THIRTY.
Who is this TriSaraTops and what has she done with the old Sara?
(that's OK--I kinda like this TriSaraTops character better, anyway)
So on my workout yesterday I did an hour spin at 5am. I realized that the local news at 5am is really my only option, and they have about 3 stories that they run over, and over, and over again. Whew. Glad that was done.
Then, I headed out for a 45 minute run. This was at 6:24am. The sun was pretty much up, and since I had been riding for an hour, I was wide awake. The funny thing is, the rest of the world was NOT awake. It was really odd. No cars. No people. No traffic. Just me, running along. I felt like I was the only one in on a secret or something.
It was, oddly, pretty cool.
When I was running through my city, which, coincidentally, is also my hometown, the City Hall and High School were both on my route. They both had huge messages on their signboard that said:
Welcome Home, Dave Zastudil Class of '97
We Are Proud!
The funny thing is, that I actually know this guy. He was 2 years younger than me, but my best friend dated one of his best friends way back in the day, so I would run into him sometimes around school and stuff. And, he was just the NICEST guy, from what I remember. A lot of high school athletes were really cocky and just plain jerks. Not to mention their parents, sometimes--who could be even worse! The whole my-kid's-gonna-be-a-pro-football/basketball/baseball/curling/insert sport here/champion-someday eventually rubbed off on the kid and made them often mean and nasty.
My brother experienced this a lot more than I did, as, let's be honest, there aren't a whole lot of professional women's fastpitch major leagues out there. It really affected my brother's outlook on sports, too...and that's when he started running. It was so supportive--such a NICE group of kids. See, you can't talk about how that clock isn't right and how the ref must be blind and can't you see that hold? when you are running cross country. It's you, the clock, and the course. No exaggerations. No lies. No bragging needed. Your times spoke for themselves. From my experience, it really just attracted a whole 'nuther kinda student than some of the other teams did. I was always really impressed with that, as a fan of my brother's and a spectator at the races. I think I would have liked that sport in high school, but I thought running more than around the bases was impossible.
I continue to be impressed with that--and with this sport. I truly believe this is the most supportive sport there is--and the most physically and emotionally fulfilling, too.
But I gotta say congrats to Dave--and welcome home. Couldn't of happened to a nicer guy.
Maybe I'll have to get myself a Browns jersey this year....and maybe we can win more than 5 games....! :)