Adventures in Oklahoma

Last weekend, my mom and I flew down to Oklahoma to visit family for a long weekend.

I expected all of Oklahoma to look like this.  At least I lived my dream thanks to this one block in downtown Broken Arrow.
I expected all of Oklahoma to look like this. At least I lived my dream thanks to this one block in downtown Broken Arrow.

It was sort of bittersweet … we had booked the trip in early May.  My uncle has been fighting stage 4 cancer and we wanted to go visit before it was too late.  Sadly, he passed away the week before we flew down.

My uncle and my grandpa back in the day.  Hopefully, if there is some sort of afterlife or whatever, they are hanging out being dorks just like this.
My uncle and my grandpa back in the day. Hopefully, if there is some sort of afterlife or whatever, they are hanging out being dorks just like this.

I don’t like getting super personal on the internet, or in real life, or at any time, really.  I am sharing this because it was a great reminder to me that no matter how cliche the saying is – life is short.  We only have so much time on this planet and what we do with it matters.  Don’t hesitate to tell someone you love them, or how much they mean to you.  Don’t waste your time doing stuff you don’t love, or participate in activities that you aren’t passionate about.

I saw this graffiti on a trail marker while on my long run in Oklahoma.  It spoke to me.
I saw this graffiti on a trail marker while on my long run in Oklahoma. It spoke to me.

I see a lot of grumbling about training around the blog world.  I get it.  Every single workout isn’t sunshine and kitten farts.  Sometimes you don’t feel like getting up at 5am to get a run or a ride in.  Other days, you feel entirely worn down and wonder why you’re doing this to yourself.  That’s to be expected.  But if all you do is complain about the event you’re training for, and if it always feels like a drag: STOP IT!  Find something else you love doing: yoga, pilates, zumba, competitive beer drinking, underwater basketweaving, power-walking, whatever.  When you’re living out your final days, nobody is going to care that you ran a marathon.  Finished an Ironman.  Etc.  Those are accomplishments that only mean something if they are truly meaningful to you.

I am passionate about margaritas the size of my face.
I am passionate about margaritas the size of my face.

 

I am also passionate about my cousin's brigade of tiny shih-tzu pups.
I am also passionate about my cousin’s brigade of tiny shih-tzu pups.

 

I am extremely passionate about these miniature horses because MINIATURE.  HORSES.
I am extremely passionate about these miniature horses because MINIATURE. HORSES.

 

Seriously.  Miniature freakin' horses.
Seriously. Miniature freakin’ horses.

So with that, I remind you all to really try to live life to the fullest.  Try to enrich others’ lives, and be enriched in return.