Night Running

I've been coaching up a storm these days!
I went to Rutgers camp last week and slept in the dorms (bed check, the whole sha-bang) with my teammates that were also coaching. It was so fun. I've NEVER had fun coaching a camp, I'll be honest. 100 degree whether, young children each wanting a lolipop because they all 'deserve' them - God forbid someone actually wins a prize and the rest of the kids don't. But I actually had FUN... mostly because of my teammates being there. My mom asked me today if it made me miss it so much that I wish I had another year to play. I definitely wish I was not done yet, but I don't wish I was playing for another year, if that makes sense. I know God put every situation in my life for a reason, transferring and all, and I've learned and continue to learn from all of it!
We woke up at 5:50am one morning of camp to go to the weight room. My (former- eek) teammates are doing their summer workout packets, and I just ran to prepare for this race. I can't even say how proud I am of my girls waking up at 5:50am on a morning they were going to have the coach ALL day in the blazing sun. They are dedicated and awesome. I know this year will be great for them, and I'll be cheering them on from the sidelines for sure. Lord knows I'm not sitting in the stands.. Laura, save me a seat on that bench!

I went for a run tonight at 9 just as it was getting really dark. It was awesome! I got home just in time to watch "Bethanny Getting Married". Love love love it. I'm sore and sweaty.

I've had a few run-ins with the cops in Montclair...
Not for terrible reasons :) Just random car trouble, fights at the high, and innocent house parties. But the other night goes down in history for 116 Central Ave.
I'm mid-step into the shower on the 3rd floor when I hear the biggest/loudest crash I've ever heard. Glass hitting wood? Wood slamming plastic? Plastic slamming glass? I wasn't sure. All I knew was that K.Rich was downstairs and not answering my screams for her name. So I ran down to peep the sitch (check out the situation). My mom was sitting in our arm chair on the porch, silent I might add. I said "Mom? Talk to me, did you hear that?". "Yeah." "Okay.. what happened?" "Well.. I don't know..it.. I don't know." So Im thinking 'great... get the phone.. call the cops'. So long story short, I call the cops, in my bath towel. And after 4 cops searched the house, the found that a huge painting that my uncle created had fallen from the wall on the second floor. We apologized to the Montclair cops (who, by the way, looked extremely bored on their way up the front walk, so I don't feel bad), and got on the with the night. Ohhh the life of two ladies at 116 Central. Gotta love it.

I'm so thankful for my life right now. God is good