Running and running and running…

Her husband had went out with her while she ran and took pictures of her and funny videos.
I love Birdies story. She’s just a cool person and I admire her.
This morning I find that Anywhere 5k has interviewed her too. I love that she mentions RA5k2012.

I got an email from New Balance and they are willing to donate 50 bucks to the new shoes. It’s a start and I am very grateful. I know the recipients of the shoes will be very grateful and not waste the opportunity.
I am excited about the next run because it’s a fun one and 3 more people that can’t run yet are signed up and they are going to do this.
I think I am going to run a mile ahead and then run back and walk the rest of the mile with the person then at mile two do the same thing. If I am not going for time (which I don’t normally do) I am going to have fun with it. Maybe seeing my fat ass run will get them to give it a try! :)

Tabitha and her husband, Billy are moving. I know I am moving too, but she’s moving first and she’s taking my little man and step daughter with her. *sigh*. Change freaks me out. I’ve gotten better over the last few years and I try to embrace it and find the blessing in the change. We are both on the hunt for the perfect pair of matching coffee cups so we can call each other and ‘have coffee together’.
I know that the last 3 years with Rina were my bonus years. Because of the divorce, there was a good chance I wouldn’t have gotten to see her, but because of that divorce, Tabitha and I became close. She was there to get me through those mornings when I would wake up from a nightmare sobbing. She would tell me, “i know…me too” when I would question why I felt a certain way about men, porn, being abandoned, the kids, lack of intimacy. She had been the only person that had walked in my exact shoes and she was the one that held my hand and helped me through a really shitty time.
People may question our friendship and wonder how or why we are friends. Truth is, I think no matter how mad we get at each other about stupid things, she will always remember how it was me that came got her from the hospital and it was me that nursed her back. It was her that listened, pep talked, showed me that I could make it through it, I would survive. Through the years she would watch me relationship self destruct and she could pull me away from myself and say, “cut him some slack. you’re acting like this because…” and she could point to the disaster of my last marriage and show me why I am behaving like a crazy person.
For those reasons alone…I will always call her my friend.

***Update as of August 2012:  No, she will NEVER be my friend. She’s a fucking liar, bitch, cunt and I hope her nothing but the worst that life has to offer.   She’s a backstabbing whore.
THANK YOU for showing me your ass Tabitha and letting me know what a FAKE you really are. I will NEVER make this mistake again.

…I want to go back to Maui.

(we don’t call this Random and Odd for nothing)