Keeping Pace

Keeping Pace

Archives for August 2011

Full or Empty?

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On Saturday morning, BoBo drove off in a car full of his worldly possessions — including, but not limited to, his gal and his pup. They drove across the country, sending text messages every so often to update me on their progress.

Less than 12 hours from push-back, they were in Kingman, AZ. The following morning, they checked in just outside of New Mexico. A little later, I received a message saying “Grand Canyon is awesome.”

I must admit, I was getting a little jealous of their adventure for a cross-country drive with someone special AND visiting the Grand Canyon are two very important items on my Bucket List. After spending the night in Oaklahoma City, the following morning they checked in just outside of Arkansas. Or was it visa verse? I’m all mixed up. Anyway, it was just before the clock struck midnight, when I received another text message noting that they had arrived safely in Georgia.

For that, I am so grateful.

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Where the Wind Blows

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Earlier today, I stole away for a little bit of “me time.” On the way out, Lindy (my bike) and I fought a wicked headwind. I felt as if the wind was asking me to prove just how much I wanted this ride. Honestly, there were points along the way were I began asking the same question. How much? Really…

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After fighting the wind, and attacking (relative term) the hill, I finally found myself. And that was when I noticed just what a lovely day it was.

Oh…so wrong

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It’s just like us to fight. Maybe it our way of making the separation easier. I’m so frustrated with him, he so disgusted with me, that it we lose sight of the opportunity to say “good bye” nicely.

It hurts. I sit here in my room crying over a stupid argument. My head starts to throb again. Emotionally-triggered headaches are becoming too commonplace lately. I can’t take it.

I NEED to run again. But I’ve promised my body a full 4-week break from running and I’ve a week to go. Still, I can’t help but long for the release of a good hard run (or even an easy one).

Afraid of how tomorrow will turn out, I contemplate saving my vacation day for another happier time. But that would just be wrong. Oh…so wrong. I can’t let it end this way.

Bye to BoBo’s leave

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YaYa and I were at a stop light, en route to drop off for his 3-day backpacking camp, when it hit me. Mid-sentence, my voice warbled and my eyes welled up with tears as I told YaYa that, after he returns from his trip, we will have one day left to spend with BoBo.

I am planning to take Friday off from work, I explained, so that YaYa, BoBo, and I could spend the day together before he ships off to Moody AFB in Valdosta, Georgia. This will be his new home for the next 2 years (barring he does not get deployed).

Up until today, I think I’ve been in denial in acknowledging that BoBo won’t be back home for a L-O-N-G time. I’ve said it out loud but it hasn’t quite hit me the way it is now starting to.

Months ago, when my son called and told me that he would not be able to come home for Christmas, I was just happy that his “bad news” was not that he was being deployed. Now, however, I am feeling the disappointment.

Once more, I am forced to change with the ever-changing times of my new life – only I am not sure how to change with this one. Frustrated with the return of another broken Christmas, I resist the urge to jump up and down in tantrum-like fashion and cry “This is NOT how it’s supposed to be.” Instead, I remind myself that it is never quite how you imagined it. *sigh*

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