Yard Sale, Pt. 2

In spite of her insight and wisdom, my friend had a yard sale of her own today in Madison, mostly karmic in nature; but nonetheless, a kind I am very familiar with

yard sale n. a horrendous crash that leaves all your various "wares" -- water bottles, pump, tool bag, etc. -- scattered as if on display for sale.

Nothing was broken, but her spirit got pretty dinged up.

Sometimes you just have a day that - in spite of all your training and prep, positive visualizations and mental practice - just goes wrong, from the beginning. It happens.

I am trying very hard NOT to email her a certain song by a certain Disney product [Hannah Montana is not a peson, she's a product, people], containing the phrase "everyone has bad days" I'm not sure how long I can resist.

The thing to remember, to keep in mind, to focus on, is that one year, five years, or even ten years from now or more, is that it won't be your time or finishing place that will be recalled. [although there are some I'm sure, who are probably blogging away in their hotel rooms, ahora or archiving their results for posterity (oh, and their biographer ... yeah, right)]

What will be remembered is that you were there, the laughs and stories you shared with your friends [some tears, sure] ... but most certainly, the 2½ cases of beer y'all smuggled onto the plane and out to Wisconsin!!!

I'll tell my grandkids THAT story with pride, even if I wasn't there - well, they won't need to know that little detail.