Friday Morning

This morning I woke up on time. After reading part of a book that a friend sent to me last night "The morning is yours, make it count, get ready for the day and embrace it". I decided that he was right. So i jumped out of bed feeling great. Today was the first day of the rest of my life after all we are all going to die. We must make every day count. I decided that it is time for me to get back on track, get healthy, live a life I want to live and not what someone else wants me to live.

I got ready, dressed and put the running tights under my jeans since the temperature had dropped so much over night. I set my phone on the counter to charge a bit and thought "do not forget this" running out the door I forget the daily check as I walk to the elevator. I am sure we all do it, running your hands thru the pockets to make sure you grabbed everything. As I am walking to the 94D I have 10 minutes to spare and realize...The phone...is on the counter plugged in...NOOOO. I run back upstairs, run down and sprint the block to the stop... I made it just as the bus was pulling up. Saved!

I ended up talking to this nice guy who we will call D. Very interesting conversation about the weather and jobs and school. As the 94 pulled up I saw the 684 go by...NOOO again. I sprint 3 blocks. On the bright side I have been trying to get healthier and would like to run in the mornings I have not been able to pull myself out of bed early enough to do it. But this was my chance and I have tell you I HAVE to start running again. As I ran down

Marquette Ave

dodging the other commuters on the side walk I prayed for a red light. I get my chance at

9th Street

as people are getting on the bus. I try and catch my breath but I felt like I was going to die. The women in front of me asked me if I was going to make it and I said I will let you know in ten minutes.

My daily driver Charles is usually very prompt as soon as I step off the 94 he is waiting there for me where I am able to just jump on. However today he was on fire and hitting each stop a couple minutes early.

There have been a couple days that I feel like a dog chasing a car although I am usually waving my arms and not barking at the bus. You are all picturing me barking aren’t you...? I guess I should ask the dog owners in the office if they have any biscuits for me.

Stay tuned for more exciting adventures.