It Just Doesn't Make Sense.

I will warn you, this is not a typical blog post from me.  I'm not celebrating a new exercise milestone or a cool thing I found.  I just need an outlet.

So yesterday was a pretty emotional day.  Started out frustrating but I got over it.  Then on the way to the store with Shaun, there was a motorcycle accident we had to go around.  It looked bad.  The cyclist was still alive though.  However, later that night, I found out that they cyclist is the uncle of a friend from high school.  Put that image into a whole new, scary meaning.  Even before I knew someone who was related to the cyclist, I began crying and told Shaun to PLEASE not get a motorcycle.  He has wanted one for so long, but I have never liked them.  I always thought they were too dangerous.  I've known people to get killed from motorcycle accidents or become badly wounded.  Then I've known a few that could get up and walk away from an accident.  I just don't like motorcycles.  

About an hour or two later, I kind of forgot about the accident.  Then I got a phone call.

The co-owner of the company I work for called me on a Sunday afternoon.  He isn't super involved with what our company does because he is not in the mental health field.  He is a business man.  I found it odd that he would call me.  He started out with, " I have bad news for you."  Never a good thing.  My first thought was 'Am I losing my job?'  No.  He continued.  "(Your Boss) was on vacation with his son.  They were involved in a tragic accident, and they died."  

Wait.  My boss died?!  

The co-owner didn't have very many details.  He told me that my boss and his son had been missing for a couple days and were found dead.  I immediately started crying. 

I've only worked at this company for just over a year.  I was not real close with my boss, but he was still a nice guy and always pushed me to be better and to help when I needed assistance.  

I have been continuously searching Google for news reports or obituaries since I found out.  Well, today a story came out of The Salt Lake Tribune.  Apparently my boss and his son were found on Saturday, after being dead for a few days.  The article said that my boss lived in Pennsylvania.  Wrong.  He lives in Indiana. Ok, maybe he is FROM Pennsylvania, that I don't know, but I do know he certainly doesn't live there now.  The article continued on to say that they are suspecting a double suicide or a homicide-suicide.  Wait, what?!  That doesn't make sense.  AT ALL.  The sheriff is convinced that they were the only two people there and not a third person.  How are they convinced?  Nothing makes sense.  

Nothing.

The article has been updated since I started this blog.  The home states have been removed from the article.  I still want to hear from other sources.  I don't agree with this article.  Maybe I don't WANT to agree with it.  Either way, it is a sad, sad situation.  

Tiny White Light

So on my last blog I talked about how I am going to Zumba more and that I started running.  That is still happening.  I am pretty proud of myself that I have kept it up for quite a while...

Now comes the part about the tiny white light.  I had been stuck on 4 minutes of running for WEEKS.  I felt that I had hit a wall because after all this time, I still felt really tired after and I wasn't making progress.  I started feeling like I was going backwards.  I had a hard time running and breathing and I was starting to get bored with running.  I thought I was in trouble.  In the past, when I got to this particular point, that is when I would quit.  But not this time.  I talked to Shaun about it and I realized I just needed to try and make it past this bump in the road.  And I did.  A day or so after I talked to Shaun about it, I went back to the treadmill and did my 4 minutes.  As by some encouragement from God, I wasn't that tired afterwards.  That wall I thought I hit, I found a small crack to pick away at, with a tiny white light peeking from the other side.  The next time I went to the gym (several days later) I set the running for five minutes.  I did it.  I wasn't overly tired, and I completed it all.  It felt great!

There is one part about this running thing I don't like, still.  That part, is running on the running track at the gym when the treadmills are full.  I run just fine on a treadmill.  I don't run so well on concrete or on this running track.  This running track curves upward at an angle AND it is on the third floor of the gym, where taking one wrong step could lead me 3 floors down to my death.  There is a gate but it only comes up to about my stomach...I don't think that is safe.  Not only that, but my shins hurt a lot when I run on that track.  NOT. FUN.

I've started running BEFORE Zumba now.  I find it easier to run since I didn't spend the whole hour before dancing and jumping.  Instead, Zumba comes after I run.  At first, I was tired at the beginning of Zumba after my run, but slowly but surely it is balancing itself out.

One of the biggest things I wanted to share today, is this:

I FIT INTO MY SMALLER JEAN SIZE!!!

These jeans still fit around Christmas, but they were getting snug.  By the time my Grandmother's funeral rolled around, they didn't fit at all, and it wasn't pretty.  I can fit into them now, and I couldn't be more excited!  I still have a lot of work to do, but this was one of the only differences I have seen since I started upping my Zumba and running game.  Shaun told me a few times he noticed a difference in how I looked and how things fit, but I had a hard time seeing it, until now.

I need to stay strong...Lent is over which means I can have fast food, soda, and candy again.  I will admit that since Easter, I have had my share of all of the above, but I am going to try really hard to do it only in moderation.  I think I was trying to make up for the 40 or so days without it...that being said, I have Zumba and running tonight.  Need to get ready.

One last thing...for the past couple weeks our married couple friends, Chris and Katie, have been coming to our house once a week for dinner.  Katie and I plan a menu, decide who is bringing/making what, and then cooking it and eating it together with our husbands.  It is so much more fun to cook with someone and for more than just the two of us.  I hope this continues.

Ok, now maybe this is the last thing...sorry.  I have been feeling crafty lately.  I made a keepsake shadowbox from things from our wedding.  It includes the souvenir marriage license, the program from the wedding, our cake topper, Wolverine (also on our cake), my garter, and the ring bearer pillow.  It turned out really nice and I now have to find somewhere to hang it...  Next project includes a doggie hammock for my car and Shaun's truck so the dogs have a soft blanket to lay on that also straps to our headrests to keep them in the backseat.  It also serves to protect our seats as they shed  A LOT. I don't know how long it took me to vacuum the backseat of my car the other day trying to get all of their hair off...it was awful.

I think that is it for now...Toodles!