Training confession: After delaying Monday's workouts by working on my blog for most of the day (seriously, I need to learn HTML) and visiting with a good friend, I skipped them completely. I replaced them with drinking a crisp, refreshing Pinot Grigio on a beautiful summer evening...reflecting...while the dogs chilled in the backyard. Then I took them for a 30 min walk/run as it got dark. I don't feel bad at all.
Perspective.
For the last few months, I've been thinking that missing a workout is the hugest damn deal. Now, I think clinging to my family a little and enjoying the moment is the most important. The loss of crew 63-8877 has really made my heart heavy and hit close to home. I hate that sometimes tragedy must remind me of what is most important. It was eye-opening and shocking for everyone in the KC-135 community, and I mostly just feel so sad for their families and our friends who knew them quite well.
Ellie is a fly chaser. There is no fly too big. In fact, the bigger, the better. I leave the door open during the day now because it is so nice and the dogs can come in and out. There is no screen door, so bugs CAN be a problem. Or COULD be a problem. If we didn't have Ellie. I just came back from the walk with both pups and she immediately found one next to the kitchen table, half dead.....she stared at it; I threw it away. Next, she chased a second one until she got it in her mouth, then dropped it...and it lied dead under her. She looked up at me. I thanked her and threw it out (and laughed). Who needs a fly swatter??? It's the little things.
When Dave gets home, the family will be whole again. It's actually always been my favorite part of the day, but I've been reminded to not take it for granted in such an unfortunate way.
