I like to keep this blog lighthearted and primarily running related (A. Because I am shallow, B. Because there are few other things than running worth talking about, C. Who really cares about the boring details of my life - other than my Boston training - I don't even care about the details). But I am going to subject my readers (all two of you - Mom, Alison...) to a very temporary and short emotional moment:
Christmas time can be very diffucult for some people, whether its due to tragedy, lonliness, stress, poor health, etc. It just seems like negative things stare us in the face so much more obnoxiously during the month of December. I've really noticed it working in the hospital, for obvious reasons. And of course, I feel a great deal of sympathy for people who are walking thru these struggles, if I could offer up any advice or support I would (however, I am highly under qualified in this area - I can however provide you with smoking cessation education). Personally, I am not faced with these tragedies, nor am I bothered with lonliness or various other negativities that surround us. In fact, I am abundantly reminded of how truly wonderful my life is. Looking back on this year - I got to spend another year (count - 2.5 years) waking up every morning (that I didn't work nights) to the man of my dreams (including his morning breath). I successfully talked to Alison (and subsequently Leon, because Alison refuses to answer) on the phone 365 days (regardless if I saw her or not) since last Christmas, and I would have it no other way. My parents showed me for the 27th year in a row what it means to be a humble, generous and kind person. I watched my oldest neice turn in to a little girl (that. doesn't. stop. talking. ever. But is next in line for brilliant-child-of-the-year-award - awaiting discovery by Ellen) and my youngest neice find joy in anything edible (after my own heart). My closest friends continue to be an extension of my family. My job continues to be my dream job. My in-laws have extended my immediate family, which is only a good thing (and oddly enough - I must be the only one in the world who doesn't have a crazy mother in law). My aunts and uncles and cousins have defined to me that distance truly does make the heart grow fonder.
In my family, we celebrate the true meaning of Christmas. And although I love a rum and eggnog, while listening to "up on the roof top" in my elf pajamas awaiting ol' St. Nick with a fresh batch of pilsbury-ready-made-chocolate-chip-cookies (cause that's as good as it gets for me) - That speaks far less to me about Christmas than something like this:
"For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger. And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the healvenly host praising God and saying: Glory to God in the highest, And on earth peace, goodwill toward men!"
Well, I could go on, but the emotion has exhausted me for one more year. On to equally as important details - 116 days till the best day of the year. I ran 28 km today in 2 hours 25 minutes, about 5:15 min/km. It was bloody cold - but I didn't actually notice till I got home and my frozen fingers couldn't unlock my front door (on the 1st 3 attempts). I work tomorrow night, then I have 2 (thats an entire 48 hours!) off until I return to work Boxing day for a day shift (and holiday pay - yes, it will be worth it!).
Season's greetings to the blog world. I hope that your Christmas is filled with as much joy as my Christmas is.
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