Photography By Jocelin

i am not a runner

I was going through my journal again and found a funny high school story about running. I am not a runner, and I probably won't ever be. In college I did use a treadmill frequently, but running seems more bearable with a good friend on the treadmill next to you and MTV blaring from 10 TV's in front of you....

One of my friends was a runner and she convinced me to join the cross country team with her. I don't know why the word "cross country" didn't clue me in to what I was signing up for. I was just excited to wear shorts that were shorter than anything my parents would have normally let me leave the house in and there were cute boys on the cross country team. I got there and started stretching with everyone else, feeling good and ready to run around the track a few times. Then the coach announced that we would be running to the airport and back. I think I had cross country mixed up with track and field. Running around a track seemed fine because I couldn't ever really get left behind, who really counts laps anyway, right? The news of our "cross country" run sent me into a panic and I began to contemplate all the ways I could get myself out of this situation before things got really embarrassing. All I really wanted to do was stand there and look cute in my short shorts, not go on a 5 mile run where I was likely to fall over dead since I hadn't ever run a day in my life. I kept stretching and when everyone started running, I ran too---back to my car. I am not a runner.

And the pictures of the day are from last summer, these little girls are the absolute cutest things (more relatives), I can't wait to do more pictures of them as soon as the weather gets warmer...

things i am not...

This week I've decided to have a theme for my writing and it is "Things I am not". I've only got 1 thing figured out so far, but gosh there are so many things I am not, this should be pretty easy! All I have to do is think back to my high school days and all the things I tried out for and didn't make. Why didn't my parents or friends tell me that I wasn't very coordinated and had no rhythm and a tendency to freeze when placed in any sort of spotlight? Why? Because then I wouldn't have the hilarious stories to tell you about my humiliating attempts to be a cheerleader, a dancer, a runner, a mathematician, on student council, and homecoming and prom queen, those are all the things I can think of so far. And I have lots of pictures to go along with these painful, but quite funny memories. If I could figure out how to turn video into a digital format I could share my cheerleading tryout, but just thinking about it makes me want to hide in a bathroom stall and cry some more, so it's probably best that I don't. Now in case you're feeling really sorry for me, I could sing and draw well and surprise, surprise, I was a yearbook photographer. I always made it in when I auditioned for choirs and got the occasional solo and sometimes I won art contests---so don't feel too bad for me but do feel free to laugh at my expense this week.

My blog is my therapy, let it be yours too, if you have painful and embarrassing youthful stories you need to get off your chest, please share! I promise not to laugh (very much).

And the picture of the day is my little boy just out of the tub--the lighting in my apartment isn't the best but my 50mm 1.4 lens did a fabulous job capturing his silliness in spite of the crappy lighting...

He has an adorable fishy face...

 

How do I ever say "No" to these pretty blue eyes?  I don't, I can't, but I do wish I could!