Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Free Writing, Y’all

You missed me, huh? I love getting tweets about #SOCSunday when it’s not up right away.

I don’t really have a good excuse, and I don’t want to just make one up.

The truth is, I got busy yesterday and then had Pinewood Derby and then went out to eat and then went to bed early. This morning we went to early church and then I ran 5 miles.

Quite simply, I forgot. And when I remembered at 8am, I didn’t have a way to write and publish.

So you’re free to do what you want today. Write for 5 minutes, or just link up your favorite post of the week.

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

Emergency on the Race Course

It was about mile 6 when I really had to go. The thought of stopping my clock and going into a port-a-potty on the side of Highland Avenue wasn’t my idea of a good time, but you know what they say?

When you gotta go, you gotta go.

And really, I HAD TO GO!

Easy enough, huh?

I walked right in, there was no line like at miles 2 and 4. Did my thing. Used the hand sanitizer.

Opened the door.

Opened the door.

Opened the…

OH MY GOD, THE DOOR WON’T OPEN!

OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED?

OH MY GOD, THE LATCH ON THE OUTSIDE IS LOCKED.

WHOOOOOO LOCKED ME IN HERE?

WHY ME?

WHYYYYYYYY?

So I was able to push the door open just enough to see out.

I could see a cop directing traffic at the intersection. Only he was a good 50 yards away.

This is when I realized that apparently port-a-potties are freaking soundproof because I was yelling and screaming for somebody to LET ME OUT I’M STUCK IN A PORT-A-POTTY WITH OTHER PEOPLE’S SHIT FLOATING AROUND IN BLUE WATER.

Breathe, Jana.

Time’s ticking. My time was getting longer and longer each second.

I pushed the door open again, about 1/2 an inch.

Somebody’s coming.

OH MY GOD, SOMEBODY’S COMING.

CAN YOU HEAR ME?

HELLOOOOOOOOO

HELLLOOOOOOO

I’M IN HERE. LOOK OVER HERE. BEHIND YOU. I’M STUCK.

HELLLLLLLLLLP MEEEEEEE!

She looked towards the port-a-potty like there was somebody freaking out inside and for a split second I thought she wouldn’t let me out.

But she did.

I was freeeeeeeeee.

Fresh air. Breathe. I took a second to realize that I, in fact, was going to live.

My death certificate will not say (at least this time) “Death by asphyxiation in a port-a-potty.”

And then I went and finished running 9.3 miles.

Boom.

Elapsed time of freakout: Approximately 22 seconds, but felt like an eternity.

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Journey

Emerson said, quite famously, that “life is a journey, not a destination.”

I ran across this quote this week looking for another one, and remembered how much I love the sentiment.

Today’s (totally optional) prompt: Journey

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The journey of life is divided into smaller journeys. Some can last for hours. Some for years.

In an ever-changing world, our journeys aren’t always determined by us. They’re dictated by changing technologies, changing habits, changing rules.

Right now I’m on a journey, or many journeys. The training and learning and practicing for a half marathon is a journey I never imagined myself on.

It’s been painfully amazing and positively humbling. I’ve learned so much about myself.

Learning my limits, pushing my limits, realizing my strengths, realizing my weaknesses, and finding my groove has been hard.

I normally would have given up by now, but the end is near. There are only 32 (holy crap) days left. I’ve still got money to raise and miles to log. (If you donate, I’ll love you forever)

But at the end of my journey, I will win. I will finish and THAT, my friends, makes me win. At least according to my son!

What kind of journey are you on? Are you taking a trip or making life changes? What do you think your journey represents?

(PS: I swear I’ll stop talking about running after Disney. Maybe. If I don’t die.)

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

The Key To Grace

The Key To Grace

The other day, I stopped at the mailbox to grab the mail. That’s a task I dread most days. It’s never anything fun. Bills, sale flyers, notices that are for people who may or may not have lived here previously (there are like 12 different names on mail that comes here — strange).

There was an envelope in there with an unfamiliar handwriting. It was “bulky.”

I opened it and was left breathless.

grace giving keys

This is a Giving Key.

If you’re unfamiliar with The Giving Keys, take a minute and head to their site. It’s an amazing story of how a musician simply made a few keys with words of encouragement on them and turned it into a movement that employs people who are down on their luck, on the streets, or in transition. Each key is stamped with love and carries with it, love, hope, and possibility.

My friend Dawn sent me this key with a note that made me cry the ugly cry. I wish I could share it here, but really, I want to keep it between my heart and Dawn’s.

My word for the year is Grace.

This key is being worn around my neck, close to my heart, to remind me to Be Grace, to Share Grace, and to Learn Grace.

And when I’ve gotten all the Grace and Love out of this Giving Key, I will pass it to someone who needs to feel it close to their heart.

 

Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Anxiety or Excitement?

It’s Saturday morning and I’m trying to get this scheduled so I can hang with my girls this afternoon. I decided on a free writing SOCSunday today because that’s how I’ve been feeling this week. You can tag along with my anxiety/excitement or write whatever is in your brain.

Your five minutes starts now!

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I’ve been a bundle of nerves the last few days. I’m not sure if I can pinpoint it to being anxious or being excited.

In a few hours, Karen and Amy will be at my house. Then Tina will be here. We’ll be trekking down to the World Congress Center to pick up our packets for tomorrow’s (today’s) 15k.

I’ve never run that far.

I’m anxious. And excited.

I’m both things at the same time. About the race and about the sleepover that we’re having.

Karen and I have been joking around for months that we need to have a sleepover and well, now we are! It sounds silly, but I think it’s going to be so fun.

No, there aren’t going to be pillow fights and there won’t be lots of wine (see above where we’re running NINE POINT THREE FREAKING MILES), but I’m sure there will be lots of gossiping and laughing and eating and heck, maybe even crying. Who knows!

But all I know is that I’m anxious. And excited.

Maybe it’s a build up to running all that excess energy out tomorrow. Maybe I need to up my Zoloft. Maybe I shouldn’t have had 3 cups of coffee this morning.

Maybe they just need to hurry up and get here!

ps: by the time you read this, I’ll be either getting ready to run or finished or dead.

pps: hopefully not dead.

ppps: I’ll check in to tell you I’m not dead.

pppps: I love you all for helping me keep #SOCSunday going!

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This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…

  • Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
  • Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
  • Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
  • Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post (in the sidebar). .
  • Link up your post below.
  • Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.

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