The only life I have right now revolves around
softball. I try to juggle and squeeze in
previous commitments I had made, but it becomes a very daunting task. Softball has absorbed our family life. My weekends are normally occupied with house
cleaning and errands, but now, it becomes a real struggle to just try to find
the time to fit those simple, routine tasks into the schedule.
Mia completed in a Memorial Day all-star tournament. She basically had games on Saturday, Sunday,
and even on Memorial Day. I love her
team. She is on a really good team with
great teammates and such encouraging and supportive parents. Mia has not been able to hit. She has been struggling, and it’s almost
painful to watch, but finally, at this tournament, she was able to make two
successful bunts. Several parents came
up to congratulate me and share in this excitement.
Lance came home Sunday night. Frankly, it is hard for both of us to be
apart for more than two nights. Three
nights? It just isn’t going to happen.
We both suffer. We don’t sleep well.
Lance and I woke up at 5 a.m. on Memorial Day for the Laguna
Hills Memorial Day Half Marathon. I was
running while Lance was my support and enjoyed the finish line
festivities. This is the most meaningful
race I have ever done, because it benefits the military, but also, because it
is what the title says….a Memorial Day race.
When I crossed the finish line, we walked around briefly, and I saw all
the photos of the men who gave the ultimate sacrifice. I stood there quietly gazing up on their
young faces. These men were 19 to 27 years old.
I just started to cry, and I felt an ache in my heart. Lance told me that he too had tears in his
eyes. It was just hard, very hard. I feel so grateful to our military and to
their families.
The half marathon was incredibly hill. My time was
2:22. Yes, I was slow. I have not been running. I think I have run three times (all less than
6 miles) in the last month. After the
race, we headed to Anaheim Hills for Mia’s championship game. While driving there, we entered a
neighborhood for the wealthy. We saw
houses with private tennis courts and basketball courts.
Mia’s team, Fountain Valley Pride, lost in the championship
game. However, they did receive second
place trophies. I’m really happy that
she is given this opportunity. It is
very draining on the family, but it is a real special experience, which I am
grateful for. Next weekend, we travel to
Carlsbad for another tournament. Yes, the team has a block of hotel rooms. Somehow, in the middle of all this softball,
I have to get myself down to San Diego for the Rock and Roll Half
Marathon. With very complicated
coordination, I’m going to be able to do it all.
In the evening, we had a wonderful dinner. Lance set the table and prepared everything.
There was candles. He can so be so
incredibly sweet. We sat at the table
and said our prayers, again thanking God and our military men/women for their
selfless service.
The night ended with us watching Game 7 of the Western NBA finals. My OKC Thunder team lost, and I was very
sad. I get so wound up with these
basketball games. I don’t know why, but
I do.
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