Had to run to the grocery store for a couple last minute items. It’s freaking GORGEOUS out there for Christmas Eve - sunny and 50+ degrees.
I’m driving back, and jealous of every person I see running and biking out there today because I can’t be out there too for various reasons… And thinking that were my parents still around, I wouldn’t have to be dealing with certain things, and I could be out there. At which point, “Feliz Navidad” comes on the radio, one of my favorites because makes me think of Christmas back in San Diego waaay back in the day… So, I’m kinda ticked that my folks are gone, then what pops into my head is that there are so many GOOD things that wouldn’t be, had things not happened the way they did.
Neither Beezer or the Marine would be in my life. Highly unlikely that I’d be heading back to school. My peeps at Glory Days. Random strangers professing their undying love for me at Glory Days at last call. (OK, that’s just highly amusing.) Caps hockey on the big screen at Glory Days. (See a trend?) I’d not know the magic that is AHL hockey fights. Fun escape time in Downtown Norfolk (thank you!) Clarendon Ballroom, whackos and all. 4 triathlons and 8 road races in 2006. Breaking 11 minute miles. DC Tri Club, TriRats, Chippy & Stake. Shopping for a wetsuit. Hatteras Light & 800 feet on a parasail, with a complete, utter, total hottie helping me in & out of my lifejacket. Swimming a kilo. Puke & Sprint. The perfect T-day turkey. Working towards a marathon.
That’s a shitload to reconcile, especially while it hits you like a ton of bricks driving down the road… I took a detour home so I could be composed by the time I got home, lest Grandma freak out.
I’ve always maintained that in every completely shit situation, good comes from bad. The past 9 months has proved that many times over, but sometimes it’s hard not to feel a little bad over the good that came out of hell.
