A Race Day, A Family Day, A Shopping Day

The air was crisp and the sun was shining.

It was a beautiful morning!

A great day for a race, a great day to be thankful.

We woke up early.

We Matt popped the turkey in the oven.

We hurried downtown…Turkey Trot here we come!

We anxiously stood at the starting line with 4,000+ runners.

We rocked the race with two new 5k PRs.

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We rushed home.

We  Matt prepared the meal.

We gobbled till we wobbled.

We reminisced, we laughed, we rested.

We went shopping at midnight.

We snuggled in our beds.

We gave thanks for all we have and all we have accomplished.

Happy Thanksgiving!

This One Is for You, CM

As I reflect upon my life, I can certainly acknowledge that there are people who have shaped me as an individual and impacted my life in a positive fashion.  This poem is a tribute to one of those individuals.

This One Is for You, CM

***

It was twelve years ago

when I started my career

nervous I was,

but you stood behind me,

so I had no fear.

***

Third grade was my calling,

so off to NHE I was sent.

SSE was your Yellow Brick Road,

and that is where you went.

***

Fast forward to 2005,

and once again we met.

But the years flew by

and before I knew it,

you said,

“It’s time for retirement!”

***

Although this is good-bye,

I am sad to admit;

the memories that were made

I will never forget.

***

May I leave you with these words

that say so much,

as they speak to the lives

you have brilliantly touched.

***

I wish you the best,

because you deserve no less.

And, may your retirement be blessed

with nothing but happiness!

A Tribute to You, CM

Sunday Runday

It’s a Sunday and it’s a runday!

Slowly, oh so slowly, getting back into the swing of things.

Blessed with beautiful sunshine, the perfect weather, I couldn’t resist.

It’s a Sunday; it’s a runday!

Five miles was the goal. No problem, is what I thought.

Chased by dogs barking and nipping at my heals,

And up and down the many hills.

It’s a Sunday; it’s a runday!

Heart racing and feeling the pain,

Keep on going,

Because quitters never win and winners never quit.

It’s a Sunday; it’s a runday!

Cool down, stretch, rehydrate,

Check those stats and no more needs to be said.

It’s a Sunday; it’s a runday!