We found out my sister is having a baby BOY. Sawyer Glenn, you are going to be one spoiled, precious, and loved-out-of-your-mind little one. And apparently you are going to be surrounded by golf from day one. I can't wait to meet you little guy.
I got to go to my first Duke game at Cameron. Ah-mazzzzing game. Incredible energy. Unbelievable experience. And the Blue Devils won with a 20 point comeback in the second half! Thank you Billy Horner. You made my year with these tickets.
Work then sent Allie and I to Boston for an impromptu 2 day trip. It was her first time and we did have a couple hours to walk around...I love that city. So much history, culture, and ridiculously good food. Big city with a small city feel. And beautiful to boot. A very nice change in pace from our regular work day!
Boston Harbor.
Lunch at Joe's. Best.Clam.Chowder.Ever.
No Boston trip would be complete without Fenway.
Lastly, and incredibly cool, I got to see a friend from Taylor on the big screen. Yup, Jason Burkey is in OctoberBaby. Such a fun, encouraging, raw, thought-provoking movie with a fabulous message. These are the kind of Christian stories we need to see. While abortion was obviously addressed, Christ's love, grace, and forgiveness was impossible to miss. Isn't that how Christians are supposed to be? So proud of you Jason. You rocked it. Hope I get to see you again at my local movie theater!
On a negative note, I pulled out of my half marathon. I had trained and trained hard, but my heart wasn't in this. My body didn't feel healthy (and obviously wasn't), I wasn't sure I trained for the course (as I found out the week of the race), and I just couldn't bring myself to get the pre-race jitters/anxiousness that usually propel into excitement. It just wasn't there this time. In and of itself, deciding not to do a race isn't a big deal. For me, it was. This is the first time I have ever committed to something like this and not followed through. It took 4 phone calls, quite a few tears, and finally a tortuous decision to pull out. All the typical questions went through my mind...will I think of myself as a quitter or failure? Will I let my family down? What will others think of me pulling out that knew I was running? Am I failing myself? Will I regret this? Once I made my decision though, I felt okay. Relieved a little actually. This race doesn't define me. It doesn't prove anything. I learned that some things just aren't in the cards. Even when I try to control them. That, in and of itself, was the bigger lesson here. I'd heard it before, but hadn't really experienced it so personally. It was the kind of realization that sets you free, and for me, that was worth more than the race. There will be other races where I can attempt my goal. For now, I'm good.
Oh, p.s. I paid someone to clean my house for the FIRST TIME EVER since I've been MIA. Best $60 ever spent. I think I may have to get this done once a month....yikes. I'm turning into one of those people.
XO,
BG
