Happy Thursday everyone! I'll be honest, I almost didn't link up today. Mainly because there's really not much to report. Here's what I did: Thursday September 19 - none Friday - nothing Saturday - 2.5 mile walk Sunday - nada Monday - zip Tuesday - nothin' Wednesday - no thing Weekly Total - 2.5 August total - 31.4 Yeaaaaaah...so that whole 50, maybe 60 miles I was hoping for this month is not going to happen. In my defense, I seem to have come down with the plague and have been sick all week. Saturday was the only day I felt kind of normal. I always have trouble pushing myself when I have a cold to workout, and normally end up just sitting on the couch under a blanket instead. I really do miss working out though and will hopefully be able to get a little something done to finish out the month. What about you? Do you still workout when you're sick? How do you motivate yourself?
Today is a day of remembrance. It is a day to remember the parents who never got to hug their children. The husbands who never got to kiss their wives. The children whose lives were cut too short. The business men and women...the flight attendants...the cops...the firemen. The 23, the 37, the 343, the 2,977. It is a day to be quiet, to reflect, to honor. It is a day to show the victim's families that we have not, and will not, forget. I have talked about this day a few times before on the blog. I have talked about w here I was that day . I shared my feelings when they were going to build a mosque at Ground Zero . I recapped Skip's and my trip into the city to visit the memorial . I shared a letter from my dad's friend who died in the Towers . I've talked about the fear. But today all I can think about is the victims...the families left behind...and those that survived that horrific day....
Growing up my parents were pretty strict. At the time I might have been less than thrilled with my curfews and their need to know exactly where I was at all times. But as an adult, and especially as a mom of two girls, I applaud them. Their strictness kept me safe and out of a lot of trouble. Because of my parents, I am able to look back on my high school years fondly. I was able to be myself, but because of their rules, I was always cautious about things I was doing. I knew I would have to answer to them if my clothes or things I was posting online didn’t meet with their guidelines. I tried to stay pretty middle of the road, good girl but liked to have fun too. And thankfully I never got labeled with a bad reputation. I was never the “party girl” “druggie” “easy one”. I won’t ever be embarrassed to run into people from my past. As my girls get older, I hope to raise them the same way. I want them to know I love them, but part of the way I show that love is with boundaries. Especially ...
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