Soreness! and Travis!

Finally, after two weeks of rain, some sunshine during the weekend. I went to play pickup at Magazine Beach (right across the river from BU) Saturday afternoon. Well, I needed to ease into playing again and get ready for hat league, which starts in June. I definitely felt slower than my peak days back in college, but still, it was great to run around, sweat (yes... how ungirly), and then just sit on the grass and enjoy the breeze.

I was so hungry for more time outdoors that I went out for a ride late Sunday morning. I went through JFK and got onto Memorial Drive. They close a section of it in the summer on Sundays for people to jog/bike/rollerblade! Awesome (all 0.5 mile of it). Well, I went along the river towards Watertown like I did last time, and went a bit further. The trail is pretty entertaining, actually. There are these tiny outlook platforms right over the river. As I biked by, I saw people standing in the water & fishing. I wished I could have gone further. Well... there's plenty of time to do that in the summer.

I got to see Travis that afternoon. =] He's just finished his training on an island near Boston. We met up in South Station and went to Chinatown for pho before T-dogg's bus ride. It was great to see an old friend. I'm so happy (and a bit jealous) that Travis is going to see all these places and have even more adventures. A part of me want to follow suit but my inner voice of reason tells me that I can't... at least not right now. Is this what working life comes down to? It's a trade off. Security vs. freedom. synonyms or not? Depends on how you look at it, I guess.

The Second Sunday of May

I've decided... that Mother's Day no longer means anything to me now. No, I'm not bitter about the commercials revolving around this once-a-year occasion to tell your mom that you love her, and I'm not jealous of people who can still celebrate their moms this weekend. I miss my mom everyday. All the time, I wonder how she'd think of me if she can see me now. So why should life during Mother's Day be any different?

Maybe this is just a defense mechanism. Call it whatever you want and carry on.