It is so easy to take the little things that people do for granted. People often put off telling the ones they love how much they care. I guess they think that since they are there day in and day out that there will always be time. You can bet that our family doesn’t feel this way – well not intentionally anyways. I was accidentally (at least I hope) left out of BoBo’s Family & Friends section of his “Dream Book” project. *oops*
Well, life goes on for us. Today was probably a bad day to bring attention to my eyes with a little make-up. On the way to work, I drive down the freeway in a sea of cars with tears running down my face.
Today our department is hosting a “social event.” As part of a Corporate Challenge we are doing a “what we do” presentation at lunchtime and serving ice cream to entice participation. The theme is supposed to be part of a “valuing people” initiative, but I fail to understand the point. We have put a lot of work into the presentation and we have high hopes that it will be well received. None of us have any expectations that we will be valued more by the other departments just because they know more about us and have been given free ice cream.
I don’t have the positive outlook, which I want to have, these days. Having mandatory lunchtime meetings and activities doesn’t help. I *need* my lunchtime runs to help me through the passing days. If corporate would adjust the timelines so that we could do our best, and not have to give up our lunch break to do it, that would be the best way to help us feel “valued.” *whatever*
Running twice on Saturday left me with two days of no running. By Tuesday I was in real need of a run but, due to a meeting, my run was missed altogether and I was forced to adjust my schedule again. I did today’s “progressive run” on Wednesday. I hope to make up Tuesday’s “easy” 4-mile run later today, but it’s not likely. YaYa has another appointment with the doctor today and then BoBo has another baseball game. I’ll figure it out.
Coach is supportive of being flexible so that it all can happen. He, being one for nicknames, calls me Gumby-head. You know we all have “head” in the name – don’t ask me why. Seeing how I need my running more for my mindset than my running goals (although they remain), I will take the Gumby approach. In the meantime, I’ll put on a smile and fake my way through the ice cream social.