The Bug.

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I can rarely express how much I love to travel. But I really do. 

I like new places, with new smells, new dirt and new people, new food. All of it. 

It seems like so far I've been pretty successful at traveling a new place each year for the last 6 years or so.

2007- I travelled to Biloxi, Mississippi as a part of a mission trip to help with hurricane Katrina clean-up. On that trip I was able to visit New Orleans for a day. Very cool city. I'd definitely go back. 

2008- I went to Nashville for the first time. And it was love at first sight. 

2009- This was a sad year. I didn't go anywhere new :(

2010- I definitely made up for it this year and made it all the way across the big 'ol pond to Germany. Best. Trip. Ever. I've yet to top it. 

2011- Colorado. Forced to visit because Patrick had to up and leave me. (Still slightly bitter about it) It's beautiful, I get why he likes living there.

2012- North Carolina. Again another place I was forced to visit because I was once again abandoned. :) Again, lovely state. Love the south. 

2013- ? Nowhere new yet. I'm looking ahead and I'm sure I'll make it anywhere new. I've been to Nashville already this year, and New York may be in the foreseeable future, but that may turn into another trip to Tennessee... so we'll see :)

We'll just call 2009 the dark year. It was a weird year over all. So I'll excuse it. 

I want to always do this. I want to always explore new places and see new things. To be in constant exploration of this wonderful world that God has created. So I plan to. As long as it's possible.

The Goal.

On January 1st, I registered for the 2013 Detroit Free Press Marathon. Not the half.. the full. Many of you know this already, but I have decided that I'm going to actively document this process. I know I'll need it. 

So, I'm still in the prepping stage. To keep myself from getting lazy over the winter, I ran a spring half marathon. Nashville. An absolutely soaking wet 13.1. I was so upset the morning of the race, but once we got going, I really enjoyed myself. I think I PRed by like 12 seconds. So that's something considering the hills and the rain. 

July 1st is the official start of the marathon training plan. So in June I've just been running between 3-5 miles at least 4 times a week. Next week I plan on really buckling down on consistent running and strength training. 

This past week I tried watching my caloric intake through the My Fitness Pal app, so I can maybe lose a few extra lingering pounds. However, running has been terrible this week (getting too tired), and I've been extremely hungry, constantly, all the time, so I'm thinking it's not allowing me enough calories. SO I'm giving that up for now and just going to really conscious about what I'm eating. I don't want training to be ruined by me not eating properly. But I figure that's going to be a "learn as I go" kind of thing. 

So there we go. There I go. Pretty sure this is going to completely consume my life, so I'll need some kind of outlet. Plus it'll be kind of fun to document this process. 

Bring it on!!

Bean Town.

I haven't posted here in a while. To be honest, I didn't really have much to say. Things have been cruising along per the usual. I've been training for the Nashville half marathon, but sometimes I think I talk to much about running and people get bored of it, so I've just kind of left that one alone.

However. After Monday, I feel like I need to say something. At this point I am not really sure what to say, exactly. 

I had left a home visit, and was on my way to Kohls. Why was I going to Kohls? Ironically enough, I was going to find a new running tech shirt to wear in at my race next week. I checked Facebook on my phone, and saw all the posts. I quickly turned on the radio and frantically scanned the radios for any information. I sat in my car completely shell-shocked. I felt sick to my stomach and practically on the verge of tears. 

How could this even be possible? I literally just posted my complete awe of the elite runner's finishing times not 4 hours earlier.

And then suddenly, all these years of me struggling with the idea of myself as a runner, completely faded. I am a runner. I wouldn't feel the way I felt on Monday if I didn't think of myself as a runner. My... our... running community were made into victims that day.

We aren't victims. Runners are some of the most dedicated, crazy, awesome, STRONG people you'll ever encounter. 

Races are some of the most incredible events you can go to. Having only just spectated my first marathon, I'm even more convinced of this. There are so many emotions there. Exhaustion, pride, joy, happiness, excitement, etc. 

And Boston. 

The Boston Marathon is the highlight of those runners lives. The work it takes to get there, I can't even imagine. 

And some selfish, hateful person just took that away. OR did they? The amount of support I've seen in the last few days has been incredible. The way the residents of Boston spoke up and offered anything to stranded runners, the video on the news of all those people running towards the injured after the blasts instead of away, and all those who ran yesterday and today in support. It's really incredible. 

So. Long story short, don't mess with runners. We're strong, and we're determined. 

A few people have asked if I still plan on running Nashville next week. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little nervous about it at first. But now. Now I feel like I need to do this. Need to be a part of the wonderful community of people who won't be stopped. 

And we won't. 

Spiritual Diet.

I was pondering to myself while I drove to church today. I often ponder when I'm driving. Pondering, in Hillary world, means that I'm thinking one thing to the next rapid fire. Sometimes I wonder why I don't get more headaches or car accidents, for that matter... ANYWAY. I digress. 

I was thinking about how some people, mainly women, use this certain dieting technique. They will keep a log of the food they've eaten that day. The point being that if you're seeing on paper what you've eaten that day, it'll be inspiration to eat healthier and all that that implies. 

This is not a fitness/weight loss entry. I have a point and I swear I'm getting to it. 

What if we kept a log of the things we do during the day that we know is displeasing to God? Every little sin, every little earthly thing. Every bad judgmental, lustful, angry, selfish thought or action... what then? How would that pan out for everyone?

I know I'd be writing down more than I'd care to admit. 

Then I wondered to myself if that'd change anything. Seeing all that ugly stuff on paper. I certainly hope so. I know I'd definitely be better for it. 

I don't want to write down all those things. I really don't. I want to spend my life doing, thinking, and saying things that will only bring glory to God. Things God will write down and pat me on the back for later. 

That's what I want.  

Pulling my head out of the dirt.

I'm at work. My 1pm appointment never showed up, so I've taken the time to read some women's christian blogs, and it's been really enlightening. 

I feel like God has placed me in a very unique position. I live a pretty unique life, I think. Maybe not. But, at least I think I do. I'm in a position where I can do pretty much anything. I have a job that allows me to sleep in, and parents that allow me to live with them free of charge, so that I can enjoy the money I make. Though, the freedom is smaller with this job, but I'm less stressed, so I'll take it. 

I know I've written about being single many times before. Being single, in this way, places me in an (again) unique position. I've had quite some time to really observe and absorb so much from watching and being around couples (married or otherwise). I'm comfortable enough with myself to maintain friendships with the opposite gender. And friendship, I think is SUPER important to romantic relationships, so that's an asset I hold close. Though, admittedly, my friendships with the same gender can use a little help.

After reading those blogs today, I feel really encouraged and inspired to use where God has placed me. I need to find a way to make my life an illustration for God's awesomeness. It's time to turn what I have for so long thought was a curse, into a blessing to show to everyone. Maybe I'll use this blog for it. Since I've been kind of neglecting this for some time, maybe it's time to bring new life to it. We'll see. 

I don't know. I'm just feeling blessed. Single or not, I want to spend my time being an encouraging, humble woman of God. And I'm feeling really great about it.

Line to the Cherry Tree.

So guys. I'm related to George Washington. That's right. My aunt got a membership on Ancestry.com and my dad came home with this bit of information tonight. I'm going to try and illustrate it on here so you guys can see it. Mary Reade is the key.

My grandpa: 

Orvil J. Richardson son of..

Eva Bennett (1888-1970) daughter of..

Elwood Bennett (1851-1890) son of.. 

Varney Bennett (1820- 1896) son of..

Joseph Bennett (1788- 1843) son of.. 

Joseph Bennett (1731-1837) son of..

William Peter Bennett (1703-1777) son of... 

William Bennett, Jr. (1684-1710) son of..

William Bennett (1624-1670) m. Mary Warner (1663-1686) daughter of..

Augustine Warner (1642-1681) and Mary Reade (1663-1686) .....

Mary's Reade's OTHER daughter, Mildred Warner's timeline is as follows: 

Mildred Reade (1671-1701) had a son..

Augustine Washington (1694-1743) had a son..

George Washington (1732-1799) 

Booyah. 

So here is how it connects. Augustine Warner and Mary Reade's had at least two daughters. One of which (Mary Warner) 9 generations later led to my grandpa, Orvile. The other daughter, Mildred, two generations later, led to George Washington. 

It's hard to describe without seeing the two next to each other, but it's pretty cool nonetheless. :) 

Comic Books.

I thought I'd write a little  blurb about comic books. 

For me, it started as a direct result of having few female friends. I've never been very good at relating to my gender kin, and I've reached an all-time low now that my darling Britts has left me for North Carolina.

Hanging out with the boys has changed how, as a girl, I'm entertained. Firstly, I like those silly video games. I sometimes laugh at things that are inappropriate. And my new thing is comic books. 

It started at the Detroit Fanfare this year. I went because Adam Baldwin from Chuck and the XFiles, was going to be there. And I thought it'd be fun to be in an extremely nerdy environment for an extended period of time. While there, I learned that they were rereleasing some of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles comics. Being a fan of them as a child, I thought it'd be kind of cool to buy the first two issues. 

I quite enjoyed them and the fanfare, actually. Then I was lent some others by friends and here we are. I'm currently following four different stories. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Uncanny X Force, Amazing Spiderman, and just starting Wolverine and the X Men. And I really want to start the New 52 of Batman. 

This is so strange to me. I never thought I'd be even remotely into such a thing. I'm naturally a reader though. I love to read. And comics are very interesting to a reader who is used to novels and such. It's completely different and to be honest I've had some difficulty adjusting to it. I want to read through the dialouge quickly and know what happens. You can't do that with comics. You have to digest it slowly, and look at the artwork and all that. With novels you create the scenery in your head, with comics, it's provided for you. 
 I'm finding this allows you to learn more about the complexity and personalities of the different characters. It's awesome.


So yeah, I read comic books. And I'm grateful to have the kind of friends who are willing to introduce me to the things they enjoy. Even if I am a girl :P

Yep. :)