Keeping Pace

Keeping Pace

Archives for August 2012

Dog gone it

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I’d been constantly complaining about the annoying enthusiasm, the torn up lawn, and toe nails landing on my bare feet in the feeding frenzy. All these things, and more, annoy the heck out me. Yet, even now, as he sits by my bedroom door just waiting to spring up with his super ball bounciness, I know that I will miss him when he’s finally gone.

It’s been a long, trying summer, filled with accommodations that I needn’t make with my own dog. But Simba is a different animal. It was in meditation that I saw the connection.

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We are mighty

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…tired. Mighty but tired after the first week of practice in full pads.

These “junior midgets” the biggest and baddest (read: oldest) on the fields.

As I sit in the shade watching them do their thing, I glance over to the far right hand corner of the fields. Here the “mighty mites” run around in their mini-sized pads. The contrast in size and experience is tremendous.

This, being YaYa’s last year of Pop Warner football and middle school, is certainly a year to cherish. As I sit back and observe, I think back to the year we first joined the pack. It was YaYa’s first year of tackle, his first year of private school, and we where just 1 year past the passing of his father.

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remember when..

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YOU were in high school.

I watch as the high school cross country team runs past and think “Ah, those were the days, my friends.” Remember?

  • You were young and nearly invincible…except when some guy was breaking your heart.
  • You passed notes to your best friend in the next class period by leaving them taped to the underside of the desk.
  • You hung with any and all of the groups — refusing to be defined by any set identity: jocks, cowboys, swimmers, band, geeks, stoners, or freaks.
  • You said no to drugs because you were certain that no high could be better than the runner’s high.
  • You proudly wore “berks” with multi-colored toe socks, thrift store hawaiian shirts, and 501 jeans.
  • You ran with the guys…just because you could.

What are a few of the things YOU remember about your high school days?

good day

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It’s a good day when my morning practice is longer than my playlist. Thank you, universe for allowing for this.

– Namaste

so long, simby

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These moments of quiet are few and far between. Since this youngster has arrived in our house, our world has been whirling and twirling and in a constant state of flux.

Nonetheless, we’re going to miss this guy.

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