Such emails get my day off to a wonderful start, especially when it’s gloomy and rainy and I really don’t want to get out from under the warm covers before sunrise to go for a run. It’s hard not to run, however, when a flirty email from the girl I love mentions how awesome I am for running so much.
Like me, she has a way with words, Modern Philosophers.
In this morning’s morning’s email, The Girl With The Big Brain informed me that Finals begin tomorrow. Which means that her Trimester is ending. That her Summer Break is coming. And that she will soon be back in Maine.
Needless to say, I had no problem keeping myself distracted on my run this morning. There was a light mist falling, and I remember running into my coworker Robin, who was out walking her dogs, but the rest of the 3 miles is something of a blur. I’m surprised I didn’t just keep running and end up two towns over as I was so lost in my thoughts.
The Girl’s coming home is a very anxious time for me. You don’t have to be a regular follower of this blog to know that I miss her terribly, that I often write horrible poetry about how much she means to me, and that she was the driving force behind my starting this little writing endeavor.
Our relationship is complicated. She’s been gone for so long, and when she does come home, her family and friends demand all her time. She is without a car, so it’s not like she can just sneak off to The House on the Hill at any time. I try not to get too excited about her coming home so I’m not disappointed if I don’t get much time with her, but at the same time, it’s all I will think about until she goes back to school.
So you might understand where my head was on this morning’s run. It might have literally been attached to my shoulders, but figuratively, it was all over the place bouncing from thought to thought about The Girl Who Speeds Up My Heart Rate.
I know I did run because I snapped out of my Deep Thoughts to discover that I was standing in the driveway of The House on the Hill, out of breath and drenched in sweat.
Let me wrap this up by wishing my Sweetheart the best of luck on her Finals. I know she doesn’t need luck because she is the smartest future doctor in that joint, but she does get nervous before her big tests and my words always calm her.
As for me, I’ll be counting down the days until her return. I just hope it’s a countdown to happiness. I could use some of that right about now…