gazillion zinnias

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You know that expression about letting a guy/girl eat crackers in bed if you really like them?  It makes little sense to me.  Shouldn’t the expression change to cookies or cake or ice cream or Pringles?  I mean, who eats crackers in bed?  Same thing when it comes the popular green thumb — not even the best gardener has a green thumb.  But you know what a garden does have?  Black fingers.
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I’m the opposite of a gardener, and I already know that green thumbs have nothing to do with soil and seeds and vegetation.  I mean, if anything, the plant will sprout green.  But my thumb?  That remains black:
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Can you believe I’ve lived 27 years without ever planting a thing?  Sometimes I sit and think about all the action packed years behind me, and I marvel at how there are still 100 million gazillion things left on my bucket list.  And plant something? I mean, c’mon, that’s almost too natural of a process to leave undone, right?
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Long before I could run a mile, I used to daydream about being the type of person that put on earbuds and run run run.  Guess what? Now I do 5ks on the regular (not a biggie for you marathoners, but hey!), and my earbud goal has changed.  The new plan is to become a gardener.  Should I be concerned that I don’t own a plot of land?
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Not when I have everything I need: a coffee mug, some soil, and a couple of seeds.  I’m a little skeptical that this Zinnia of mine will flower, but I’m watering with care and providing lots of sunlight.  Kind of exciting hoping that something will sprout, right?  And if worst comes to worst and nothing blossoms, well, I’ll just have to get my fingers black again.
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finding happiness in the little things

jon is one of those people who doesn’t just like working, but truly loves his job. he rises bright and early (6am), drinks his coffee, kisses my cheek, and then has fun (believe it or not) crunching numbers until 5pm.  with traffic and whatnot, i can usually expect him home for dinner around 6pm.
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running a 5k has been on my bucket list for a while, and so when a friend invited me to run esprit de she, i was all about it.  registration began at 4:30, so i drank 3 chocolate coconut waters (i’m absolutely addicted), made a t-shirt for the event, and put on my lucky sneakers (i’ve had them since sophomore year of high school).

i was feeling pretty good about trying something new, but i was feeling even better when jon came home from work at 4pm (just as i was about to leave).  he had decided to take the afternoon off to support me during my first race.

since the race is called esprit de she (french for ‘the spirit of her’), he was 1 man in a crowd of 1,500 women.  if that’s not love, then i don’t know what is.
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jon managed to take this photo of me crossing the finish line:
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things got interesting while we were enjoying burgers on the patio after the race. someone in the apartment noticed my running gear, and they asked me about my time results.  before i could speak, jon excitedly responded “she did amazing — 5 miles in 30 minutes!”  the sweet guy was beaming and so proud.

it was with great regret that i explained a 5K is 3.1 miles- not 5… 🙂

oh, and in case you were wondering about the t-shirt i made for the race:
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#runningonhappiness