I am married to Joseph and his technicolor briefcase
Last night Adam and I were having our usual, at the end of the day conversation about what had gone on during our day while we were apart. He shared some good news with me. He went to an orientation that morning, of which I was unaware, until 2 in the afternoon when I reallized that I hadn't heard from him, which is unusual. That was a truly eye opening discovery. I guess we are pretty decent communicators. I don't think we typically go more than a few hours without talking, which is AWESOME, because I truly love my husband, and I know communication is vital to a healthy relationship. Anyways, back to the orientation, it was for joining an elite group at Liberty Realty, where he hangs his real estate liscence. Adam is such a hard worker and rock and rolled this year to finish a lot of real estate education. He was taking classes with lawyers, which he passed with flying colors. So, when he went to his orientation the woman in charge basically let him clep out of pretty much a years worth of classes. He has to attend one meeting quarterly and other than that as I understand it he's in. So, what does that mean? Of the 12,000 or so agents in Nevada, 4,000 of them are at Liberty Realty. Of those 4,000, Adam is one of less than 200 VIPs. It's O.K. for me to be proud of my husband right? And brag on him a little bit, isn't it? He truly is a blessing to me as a husband, he is a wonderful father, and he felt bad about getting out of a years worth of education, that a comrad had to take. However, the comrad was happy for Adam in his advancement. I told Adam not to feel bad. I said, "You are Joseph, and God continues to bless you in every area of your life. It seems even more apparent in business." I told him that I should right a book titled Being Married To Joseph and His Technicolor Briefcase. I told him I could make him a technicolor briefcase, for which laughed and did a little parody of Joseph and the technicolor dreamcoat. I was kidding afterall, but he said it wouldn't be very professional. It's funny, it doesn't seem to matter if he works for a boss and his "tyrrant wife," God blesses and Adam always been able to find favor wherever he goes. I am just happy to be along for the ride. I wonder if Joseph in the Bible's wife felt the way I do?
I know my feet.
Over the years, I have run thousands of miles. Mind you I have been running since I was like 15 or 16. I have been known as a runner, something that takes a lot of work and commitment for me, unlike my natural, white ethiopian husband. He can train lightly and kick my butt any time any place if running were all about the competition I would be a loser. However, I simply love to run! I feel great afterwards and the effect on my body is uncomparable with other exercise I have experienced. I know my knees are shot partially from running and from other sports and accidents. Thank goodness, this blog isn't about my husband or my knees, it's about my feet. It's funny how important they are isn't it. A little pinky toe, part of your foot can and has hindered my running. Heck, I could barely walk. That was one injury, it kept me from running my first marathon that I had trained for. By the time the second training session had ended I had solidly broken in my first pair of orthotics. If your not sure what I'm talking about they are like Dr. Scholl's insoles that you would buy at Walgreens, exept these were molded to my feet. I wonder if running for years in Dr. Scholl's did something to my feet? Anyways, I was out running last night, and thinking about how well I have gotten to know my feet. I don't need a doctor to tell about certain things. However, as in all facets of life, I find that there are things I don't know, things I just can't figure out and so I have to visit the Pediatrist. Right now I need new orthotics. I told myself before the San Diego Marathon that I was done with marathons, but I fear that once again I've caught the running bug! I am though going to take it easy for like 6 months. I am planning on running the first 1/2 marathon on the strip. 13+ miles is really not so bad I actually enjoy it and look forward to pushing myself and braking my 2:00:15 time. That means I would really like to run it 16 secon, ds faster than my first. The first and only 1/2 I have ever run was put on by Redwood Trails and the trail ran along the loop out at Red Rock. I had biked the loop, and run pieces of it before, but that was the first time I ran it, and Adam and the kids were 1 of 2 cheering squads for the entire race. I guess it wasn't that big, but I was still a little suprised. The other cheering squad was a couple and they were foreigners, that I don't remember hearing very much, so it was awesome, if the racers would have been voting, my family would have won the best cheer award. I was very proud! Anyways, so I am really trying to enjoy my running right now. I didn't look at my watch last night until I was finished with my run. I tried running without my orthotics and reallized that although I wasn't hurting, it still wasn't a very good idea. I drank the perfect amount of water, and stretch after a warm-up and after my run. I have an awesome husband and lots of rockin' friends that have been priceless in my training. I am so grateful for all of them! I am also grateful that I am able to just run for the fun of it, or at least for a season :)
