My Fun Run in the Rain

Lately I have been noticing how much I have been missing my running.  I was at the YMCA the other day on the treadmill and I decided to really push myself.  It was awesome and I got so excited, I started to cry.  It was awkward, especially for the guy next to me, but I quickly got it together.  I think I cried because I remembered how much I loved life in the last quarter of 2010.  I was running ALL THE TIME and I felt the BEST that I can ever remember feeling.  I want that again.  So, I ran 2 miles on the treadmill at the Y about a week ago.  Then yesterday, the weather was perfect here, which is very rare in July, so I went for a run in the rain.  I haven't done that in a long time, but I gotta say, it was fantastic.  The rain here is warm, but it was only 72 degrees yesterday which was perfect.  I ran a 5k!  It felt GREAT!  I cannot emphasize it enough!  Soon, I hope, I am going to finally find my groove again and finally find ME.  It will be a happy day indeed.  Then Samantha will make a movie about it called "How Lindsay Got Her Groove Back."  Does that sound good, Sam?  Today I am going to take another rest day, but tomorrow you can bet I'll be back out there pounding the pavement.  I have to take advantage of all this rain!

My Overzealousness

It always seems like when I decide to do something, it's all or nothing.  I can't do anything half-assed and if I don't do it perfectly full throttle, I will drop it and give up.  It's a frustrating part of my personality that I wish I could change.  I am noticing this with my calling in church.  I am the compassionate service coordinator.  I have been trying to get people to essentially babysit this woman in our ward who has a multitude of health issues, but I can't seem to get people to sign up.  It's very frustrating.   So, I find myself feeling like I should go to the bishop and ask to be released and I haven't even been doing it for three months yet! 

Why is it that we are so picky about things?  Well, I guess that I am picky about things.  I just can't seem to let go of this idea that I need to do everything perfectly or I shouldn't even try.  I can remember when we were living in Utah, I sent the kids to my mom's for a weekend so Mike and I could gut out and clean the entire house from top to bottom.  A few of my friends came to help, including my friend Becky.  She made the comment that I don't do anything small.  It's true!  I have been contemplating lately that I would like to do the same thing to this house here, but I have no parents to send the kids to stay with.  They are in Utah.  I will have to wait until they come to stay a while in December.  I can't wait for that day! =)