Springtime

Let me preface this post by saying: I love springtime. I hate winter. I hate being cold (and I live in Georgia where it's relatively mild). I hate the short days. Spring is a season of rebirth and renewal. My spirits lift every year when the time changes and the days are getting longer.

But why, oh why, must we suffer through allergies? This last week I have been a rundown, itchy-eyed, stuffy mess. In the mother of all ironies, just when it starts turning warm, and the daylight is lengthing, and all the plants are blooming- in other words, when you really want to be outside- my allergies flare up, and being outside with all the pollen is the worst thing I could do to myself. Of course, living in Atlanta doesn't help. It's one of the allergy hotspots in the country. Our pollen counts are out of sight most of the spring. And we have GORGEOUS springs down here. The redbuds, azaleas, dogwoods and cherries are all blooming. It's a truly beautiful city in the springtime. And I'm inside, honking like a goose from being so stuffed up.

3,000 Miles

Adam is in California for two months for work. His work told him they had a project for him to work on out there, and a week later he was on the West Coast. I've been telling myself over and over that it would fly by. Its been two weeks, and it feels like it's been a year. Although I have to be fair, I know the time has passed more quickly for me than for him. I have a half marathon coming up on Sunday, which I've been training for, and looking forward to. He doesn't know anyone out there, and while work keeps him busy, the weekends kind of suck. I get to go out there and visit him next weekend, but this weekend he's been feeling blue. I feel bad because I know he's just lonely and misses me, and I have a fun weekend planned.

This half is going to be interesting. I haven't been training as hard for it as I did for my first one. I have been training, and in general am faster than I was last year, and have a good base. I know I can finish. It will be interesting though. And three of my friends here are running with me, and an old friend from high school (middle school actually, now that I think) coming in town to run. So it's going to be fun regardless.

And next weekend, I get to go to the left coast to see my honey. I can't believe how much I miss him actually. Him being gone is making me realize just how much he means to me. We got a place on the beach, and I'll be able to really relax and enjoy the weekend. Can't wait!!