Nothing like an 2 year hiatus from writing

Do you ever write something and at that time, think it sounds great, only to reread it a few years later and realize how much of an idiot you sounded? I just did that with my last few posts. Yikes! I remember writing those and thinking about how funny they were, and yes, I suppose they were funny at the time. Now, though, they just make me slightly sad. That lifestyle that I was leading was certainly not the one intended for me. And it only took a few months for everything that seemed to be going so well to blow up right smack in my face. Let’s take a few moments to recap the past two years to catch you up to speed:

-Football season ended with a bang when we got in trouble in Toronto and got removed from NCAA athletics

-God showed me grace and taugh me a little about humility

-I was offered the position for graduate assistant athletic trainer for the gymnastics team

-I went to Jamaica and had my world turned upside down

-I talked to my dad for the first time in basically 7 years, and celebrated Thanksgiving with that side of the family

-I have committed to running a mini marathon in May (that’s 13 miles. What was I thinking?)

-I am going to Jamaica in July

-I am going to Liberia in February 2011

-I graduate in May with my masters in Wellness Management

There, I suppose that pretty much fills you in on the main going-ons of my life. Of course, a lot was left out because that’s just a bit too much to type for a two-year blogging absence. Plus, you really don’t need to know that much about my life right now, and if you do, well you already know the important things!

I am going to try to be better keeping my blog up to date, but I really can’t promise anything. We will see. And who knows what I will post on here, but you can bet it will be entertaining. Happy reading!

Updates....

It's been awhile since I last posted, and plenty has gone on since then. I just got back form Canada with the football team. We played in the international bowl against Rutgers, and lost. Even so, everyone had plenty of fun and it was an awesome experience that i will never forget. I have made friends that have impacted my life immensely; one in particular. I'm not sure if he knows how much his friendship has meant to me, but I think he has an idea.

I just read my last post, and it had been 5 days since Jarod and I broke up. It has now been over 5 months, and I'm sure that we aren't getting back together. It sounds terrible, but I have never been so happy! There's really no where else in my life that I would like to be right now. And thats enough of that subject.

I am talking to Shawn tomorrow about a GA position at Ball State. I really hope and pray that I get a spot. I don't want to leave Muncie because of my church, Harvest Christian Fellowship. We are adding on to the church, and I feel like I am being called to help with some of the youth ministry, or at least the college group.

That's about all I have to say today......maybe I'll write more in a few days or something.

To your health, may it be better than mine

Today I finally decided that I would go to the much dreaded health center, after not feeling up to par for a few weeks. I waited for about an hour and finally the Dr. saw me. He diagnosed me with bacterial pneumonia, as well as bronchitis. What a way to start off the school year. He prescribed me some drugs, and I proceeded to the pharmacy. The pharmacist told me that the medication would be around 100 dollars for both my pills and an inhaler (I breathe like a 90 year old smoker). Oh, and the doc ordered a chest x-ray. I was just bragging the other day about never having needed x-rays before, and whoops, now I do. But I can't afford it. The nice people at the health center pitied me and found some samples of the drugs to give me, so I only ended up spending about 20 bucks for my inhaler. Which reminds me, two puffs in 15 minutes.

I remember having pneumonia when I was a kid. It was much nicer than. I got to hang out with mom, and someone bought me a puzzle to keep me busy. Now with this case of it, I have to take care of myself, go to classes, and suffer through football practice without being hospitalized. And it rains constantly. Can I just go back to being a kid? I could really go for a turkey sandwich on a crossoint, Mommy. And let's turn on the Price is Right like we used to and get working on that puzzle.

The Reason

I have decided today that I will use this blog to capture the moments that I will experience throughout my senior year of college and life thereafter. I'm not sure what this year will bring to me, and I am certainly not sure of what I am doing after I graduate, but maybe this will help me to figure it out. At least it will track my progress. I also am going to be writing the tales of my life, whether they are humorous, bland, mundane, or enchanting. This brings me to my first story. Be prepared...

I have spent the last three weeks of my life working with the Ball State football team, as a stundet athletic trainer. Those 14 hour days have a tendency to wipe you clear of any energy that you have, or should I say, had. It also makes it difficult when you are experiencing a summer cold, or what I like to call Bronchitis (I'm pretty sure).
After practice, I found myself unusually energetic. It may have been the beautiful cool weather, or the fact that I had an evening free, but I called up a good friend, Brandy, to go on a bike ride. I might mention that this is the first year that I have had a bicycle here at BSU, much less the experience needed to ride in a highly populated area. However, I maintain that this was not my fault.......continuing on. After riding a few blocks, we came to "Frat Row". The fraternity houses that line the street are most definately more disgusting than a dumpster in the middle the Bronx, so you can imagine those who live inside them.
I was coming to a driveway on my bike, when a car came to the end of the driveway. I'm pretty sure that the driver looked my way before I reached his drive, but he was waiting on traffic coming from the opposite direction. Seeing that I had the right of way, I continued across the drive, at the same time that he began to pull out of the driveway. Upon seeing his car move towards me in a menacing fashion, I did what any other bicyclist would have done. I screamed bloody hell. The driver realized that his vehicle was in the process of colliding with flesh and bone, and slammed on the brakes, but not before lodging my shin between the car and my bike. After regaining my balance, I moved out of the way of the car and examined myself and the bike to see if there were damages. I later found a couple of scrapes (abrasions, in the athletic training world) on my leg, but no serious injuries.
The man in the car rolled his window down and asked if I was alright. I replied that I was fine, but immediately after, sirens began to wail in the distance. I, being the smartass I am, said "Oh no, the police are coming to get you!" I mean, come on, I was just trying to lighten the mood. Apparently, he didn't appreciate it because the look on his face showed an expression of terror, similar to that of a 90 lb kid going up against a defensive lineman. After asking one more time if I was okay, he rolled his window up and rove off into the distance.
Brandy and I, never to be deterred from a bike ride, continued on.