New Year's Resolution

In 2007, I ran the Hartford Half Marathon. I had been through the cycle of pregnancy and childbirth three times in five years at that point.

Why did I do it? I needed too.

I wanted to prove to myself that I was still the major athlete I once was.

From about 1987 to 1994, I spent three hours a day at the gym five days a week at practice plus games. It was fantastic.

So fast forward to 15 years later which is today.

What's my New Year's resolution going to be...



I'm going to run the Hartford Half again.

I'm going to change my personal best to be even better.

See you there!

Electronic Books

I bought a book two nights ago in electronic form. This was my first time into this modern age of books. I was a bit skeptical but it was late at night, I was suffering from my typical insomnia and everyone else would have been disturbed if I had gotten out of bed and turned on the light. Thus, I figured out for a minimal price I could have an electronic book delivered to my telephone. Wow. No lights. No movement. Just me and my book.


Because I have purchased many books from amazon in the past they made good suggestions on what I might like to read. Impressive and helpful.

I liked the convenience and the lack of dust.

I bought two more last night. I'll post all three reviews soon!




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Love at First Flight

I was sitting in the aisle seat. A strong looking man with a military crew cut and a matching army bag was sitting across the aisle. He was reading the book I had read last week. The new Clive Cussler. I wondered how far he had read. I started the conversation. Asked him how far he had gotten. Told him I didn’t want to spoil the end. Really I was just looking for an excuse to talk to him. He was tan and had blue eyes. He talked about being in Southern California for the National Guard. We talked about lightning. It was as if the electricity was there with us. We talked for three hours. It felt like three minutes. Time passed quickly. I wanted his phone number. Wanted to ask his last name. I didn’t. The opportunity left when the plane landed and we both walked off in separate directions.
I knew very little about him. His first name. His rank. A couple of the bands he liked to hear play. His smile started in his eyes. This was it. And I had missed it. How was that possible. I had always been courageous when it came to men. I had asked them out before. Why was this so different? Why hadn’t I asked him for his number? I answered my own question. I wasn’t the kind of girl who asked strangers for their phone numbers. I shouldn’t have even been talking to him in the first place.
I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I went to my temporary job. The one I was doing while I was flying all over the country trying to figure out my next move. I had finished graduate school and had an internship on my resume. Where would I like to live? Kansas City, Chicago, Oklahoma or Florida? These were the possibilities my graduation had brought me. For some reason, I kept searching, kept interviewing, not knowing what the future would bring.
Four weeks passed. The feeling was still strong. I had missed out on a chance that I shouldn’t have let go by. Why didn’t I get his number? Regret stung. There was nothing to do. I was never going to find him again.