Did anyone have a class in college named Death and Dying? There was one at Central Michigan University that tons of my classmates took. It must have fulfilled some sort of crazy requirement that I apparently avoided. I always thought the name of the class was so morbid, but it seems to be the theme song for me lately. For starters, I feel like I’m dying now that I have this cold. It’s not the worst cold that I’ve ever had, but it’s definitely a pain in the arse.
This is okay when you’re 2, but definitely not okay as an adult….when you’re at work.
I’m hoping this weekend will be the break I need to get over it. The gym will be calling my name on Monday so I had better be feeling good by then. I’m sure the added stress of another death in the family hasn’t helped either. My sweet, 82 year old grandmother passed away on Wednesday. Unlike my father’s situation, we had a few weeks to prepare for this one which was very nice. I got to talk with her on the phone (she lives back in Michigan) to tell her how much I love her. She was one of those stereotypical grandma’s that was always baking cookies and giving people kisses. She loved babies (almost too much…Grandma, quit touching that stranger’s baby!), in her prime she made the best peanut butter cookies on the planet, and she loved her steamy romance novels. She’s stay up til 2am reading those suckers sometimes! She also had a away of appreciating the beauty in life. Whether it was the first sight of spring flowers, the sparkle of the water on a sunny day, or my bf’s dimples (damn him and the powers of those dimples!). She loved it all. I will miss her a ton, but I know she’ll live on in all of us.
So I’ll be heading to Michigan next week for a few days for the funeral. That means training a different gym for a couple of days. Luckily there are no Anytimes where I’m from so I won’t be blinded by the purple and orange. I might even get a chance to visit Conti’s gym again, yay!