Challenge: Don't Wait

One smile.  One kind word.  One hug.

Sometimes that's all it takes to brighten a lousy day.

• Don't wait for your loved ones to tell you something is wrong before you reach out to them...
• Don't wait until you're afraid of losing someone to tell them that they changed your life back then...

Because sometimes you can change someone's life with a single act of kindness.

Friends - I challenge you to reach out to someone you know who has made a difference in your life and tell them.  You might make all the difference in their day, week, month, year or life. 

Smile.  Be kind.  Love always.


- That One Girl

He's onto Me!

Friends,

If you had a crush, would you want him to be onto you or oblivious of your presence?  If any of you have read any of my past entries, you would know that I've had a year-long (give or take) crush on my precious Strawberry Boy.  We work out in the same gym and work for the same company.  He and I have barely ever talked, if even looked at each other.  Of course, I sneak glances of admiration every now and then when he's not looking, too shy to ever actually talk to him. 

On Friday, every time I happened to look in his direction, to my utter embarrassment, he'd  grin.  Every time he grinned, I looked down or away.  Is he onto me, or was he just listening to something funny on his iPod???

Is it a good thing or a bad thing to be caught?

- That One Girl

Booger Boy

In case any of you didn't know by now, I tend to work out a bit.  Winter season is here, so I keep my workouts limited to indoor areas, i.e. the gym on week days and home on the weekends.

 Yesterday was a running day.  The Giant said he was running four miles, so I committed myself to three miles.  This was before I realized that I was going to get stuck on the treadmill next to some guy who's been kind of sick all week.

At first, I didn't notice anything odd or peculiar.  Usually I tend to space off my surroundings when I run.  After all, it's my me-time.  However, after about a mile, I noticed my treadmill neighbor kept covering his nose with his hand, making a puffing sound.  At first, I thought nothing of it.  But when he continued to do it, my mind ran off with itself - what was he doing?  Then I noticed him periodically wipe his hand on his shorts...

Suddenly, I felt sick to my stomach.  It dawned on me that he was blowing his nose in his hand!  Oh my dear goodness!  Oh heck no!!!

I told myself that I had another two miles to go.  I could do this.  After only one more mile, I could do it no more.  I had to stop.  I was thoroughly grossed out.

Initial Goal:  three miles in spite of tiredness
Result:  two miles and severe repulsion

I blame Booger Boy for my inability to complete my three miles.  Scapegoat?  Yes, but not really.  Today, I ran four miles - three for today and an extra for yesterday.

- That One Girl