This Fourth of July I…
This Fourth of July I woke up extra early in order to avoid the heat of the day. Pretty much as soon as the sun rises every morning in this seventh month, it’s been hot enough to cook pancakes on the sidewalk, which means taking a run anytime after high eight-am makes my body hot enough to melt butter for those sidewalk pancakes. So I got up at 6:30 and took a ninety minute run through the hills. I went through one of my new favorite longer routes to get myself up to 12 miles, and thought about birthdays of nations and birthdays of friends.
This Fourth of July I took a shower after my run and hung out for a little over an hour on my couch, researching breeds of small dogs I’m considering bringing into my life, and then zipping out some work for various projects and mailing off emails regarding those projects. With less than fifteen minutes to get ready, I tossed on a sundress I’ve been meaning to wear for the past two months and after quite a bit of shoe indecision, made a choice and hustled out the door.
This Fourth of July I met one of my best friends and certainly my best business partner, Angie, at a strange little corporate office park for what turned out to be the most incredible massage of my 29 years (yes, 29, but ask any elliptical machine and it’ll tell you I’m 25). Thai stretching, an array of gentle pulling, time spent on those crazy knots in my back…I almost asked the woman if she’d marry me against both our chosen genders for mates. I felt like jelly on toast. Heck, I felt like jam. No, I felt like preserves. Hot towels were involved. It was amazing.
This Fourth of July I then hit the road and went to see my other parents, Sandy and Duane, and catch up with a host of old friends. Hints of nostalgia became full-fledged waves, and I wondered if the adults who knew me as a teen 15 years ago can see any changes in me, or if like them, I seem just the same as always. Party hopping behooves me, so I snatched blueberries and strawberries for the next BBQ, with my friends who have become my family (the way I always wanted friends to be). Talk of running, bicycles, getting in shape, body image, weight lifting, recent accomplishments, and random trust falls was had (along with an excellent soundtrack that kept everyone dancing, birthday cupcakes, a kiddie pool for our feet, and some wedding planning ideas) until my body begged to be at home again, getting ready to bunker down, wake up early, and swim swim swim.
Probably one of the best adult Fourth of July’s to date.