Friday, June 28, 2013

funny... feels like I should start this entry with.... "it's been awhile since my last confession...." No lie. It has been almost a year since I have put my thoughts into words. Sounds strange but it is really difficult putting into words all the crazy, screwed up emotions twirling around in your head and actually get them down on paper. Even more so where people can either relate or just understand maybe the basis of what you are dealing with. Sounds like a quote from "The Breakfast Club".

Monday, August 6, 2012

Creek Road

There where many days my girl friends and I would lace up our running shoes and head out for a run on Creek Road. Some days, we could only make it to the red barn because time was limited but some days, we would "run like Forrest" when training for that race we had coming up and run for hours!! Then we had days we would run because a friend needed some advice, needed to vent (about anything) or just needed someone to be there, in silence, while trying to sort out personal thoughts. But no matter what the reason, our runs on Creek Road were sacred.

I saw one of my running girlfriends today on my way to pick up my oldest from camp. Although we have communicated on facebook, maybe a text here and there over the summer, seeing her today, albiet through our driver side windows, made me realize how much I have missed her and our runs on Creek Road. School starts in a few weeks and I am very much looking forward to seeing my girlfriends again, running shoes and all, on Creek Road!!!

Friday, January 21, 2011

"Running is the classical road to self-consciousness, self-awareness and self-reliance. Independence is the outstanding characteristic of the runner. He learns the harsh reality of his physical and mental liminitations when he runs. He learns that personal commitment, sacrifice and determination are his only means to betterment. Runners only get promoted through self-conquest." ~Noel Carroll, Irish track trailblazer

Thursday, January 6, 2011

new day

well, my commitment of "blogging" every day went down the tubes from day one. Oh well. I did also say that might be more like once a week. I think that is a bit more doable and more my style!!

yesterday I started a new medication for my RA. the idea of sitting in a chair with a needle in my arm for over 6 hours doesn't exactly sound like the best way to spend a day, but it really wasn't all that bad. I did manage to catch a couple cat naps, read some magazines and even passed a few levels on Angry Birds.

All is good so far. I will go in for a second infusion in two weeks and that should be it for at least 6 months. Can't complain too much really. I was able to get up this morning and run 6 miles with my running buddies along Town Lake which always makes me happy! The only complaint I have is that I am retaining alot of water from the infusion. me no likey! :o)

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

I'm Posting Every Day in 2011!

I’ve decided I want to blog more. Rather than just thinking about doing it, I’m starting right now. I will be posting on this blog once a day (or at least once a week) for all of 2011.

I know it won’t be easy, but it might be fun, inspiring, awesome and wonderful. Therefore I’m promising to make use of The DailyPost, and the community of other bloggers with similiar goals, to help me along the way, including asking for help when I need it and encouraging others when I can.

If you already read my blog, I hope you’ll encourage me with comments and likes, and good will along the way.

Signed,

Kelli

Monday, November 22, 2010

Arthritis Foundation

looking forward to my meeting with a representative from the Arthritis Foundation here in Austin Hoping that we can make some things happen to raise money for Arthritis Awareness!!!

Keep you posted!

Monday, November 15, 2010

The Message

It's kinda ironic really. There I was sitting at the airport where people come from all over to travel yet, I didn't even leave my seat for what happened next. In less than 30-seconds, I was whisked back to grandma's house where I spent many summers growing up.

As I listened to the message my cousin had left just moments ago, my mind flooded with images of Blue Spruce trees, sounds of logging trucks on the highway and remembering the tart rhubarb that grew like weeds along the fence in grandma's garden. I remembered that every summer, there was always a new kitten on the back porch meowing for food yet never starved for attention. I remembered that there was always a pot of coffee brewed for that friend that's "just saying hi" on their way into town. I remembered how the back screen door slammed, the musky smell of the basement and the saddles that hung in the corner by the glass jars used for homemade jelly.

The message may have lasted only a few seconds but the memories it brought are endless. "love ya"