Friday 9:40 am I have always lived my life defined. Meaning that I know who I am and I know my capabilities. I am perfectly aware of what I can and can not accomplish. Which is why I never do anything that I wont succeed. Also, a reason why I don't do a lot of things. A LOT! Among the definition of who I am is, "Not an athlete." Really, when we get down to it, it is the reason why I am freaking out about a 100 mile bike ride. Athletes ride a 100 miles, non-athletes aka Krissi do not ride 100 mile bike rides. It is very very simple. Yet here I am messing with my very own definition. I have every confidence that I will reach the end of the ride tomorrow. I have trained, I have worked, I have screwed with the very definition of who I am. Leaving the only option of finishing and dealing with what I have done to myself. I am positive that somewhere around 50 miles I will question and doubt my capability of finishing. I am positive that I will remember, "I am not athlete!...









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I would bottle all of those things too. I would bottle the smell of my husband. I don't know if that's weird, but I like his smell. And the smell of babies. And the smell of springtime. And the smell of chlorine.
I had about 17 ideas of things to bottle, but then I waited up for my husband to come home from work. I waited until 2am, and then I couldn't make my eyes stay open any longer. Guess what? He didn't come home... he is still there 27 hours later.
The kids and I are now planning a day trip away so that their father can sleep off his super long shift.