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10 Things

Suzy, over at Running on My Time (who, incidentally, I found through the Freihofer's Run for Women, which, I plan to participate in this June) tagged me to list 10 things that make me happy. I haven't blogged in a while, so I thought it was due time to share a bit.

1) My relationship with Jesus Christ.
2) The fact that I'm a mom (which I didn't think I wanted to be until I was).
3) Muh Main Man (who reaffirms that he's The One for me with every new day).
4) Coffee (Starbucks grande, non-fat, no-whip Cinnamon Dolce Latte, to be specific).
5) Running gear (like my new World Vision running shirt, in neon orange for the half marathon in NYC on April 3).
6) My 2-hour-a-day job at an elementary school office (it's like parenting on a mammoth scale sometimes!)
7) Having a goal and achieving it (like in November when I ran 5 miles for the first time)
8) The smell of clean sheets.
9) Volunteering at my kids school.
10) Summer (the hotter, the better).

I'm such a blog-slob lately that I don't even think 10 people read anymore--so no sense in tagging anybody else, but if you read and want to participate, it's a good exercise in reflecting on life's blessings!

Comments

N said…
You are so funny, Jennifer!

I have decided, thanks to you, to run a half marathon in March in Rock Hill, NY. A friend of mine is the sister of the race director. I just couldn't manage to fit the April one into my calendar.

I am going to check out the Freihofer's run as I am going to try to do some length of run every month except Jan and Feb this year (I figure those two months are solely for training).

And, just so you know, I check here every morning to see if you have written anything new.
Suzy said…
Awe, you are too good for doing this. Your list is great! I love that you volunteer at your kids' school.
Katie said…
I am a total running gear junkie! I typically have the same order as you at starbucks- so good! :)
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