My Heart Was Stopped; I Cannot Be

- and stick it on a shelf, and keep it safe.

I mean, not really, of course. ‘Cause that would be boring. And who in the world knows what could possibly happen next? Life is all about adventures – ups and downs, and all that jazz.

So, I’m sure there’s a lot of interesting things coming up in the future.

But the beginning of this year has been blowing my mind!

Let’s just recap here a little, okay?

In January, I took a trip to Walt Disney World with my dad, met a member of my favorite boyband, had camera crews on me for both the half and full marathons, met some super cool people (hi Nikki!), and made national news.

Then I jetted off to Phoenix where I stayed with one of the sweetest families ever, and had one last half marathon of my 52 in 52 series kick my butt.

Just a couple of weeks after that in February (February 6th), I taped an episode of The Price is Right – which was an absolute dream come true! (I still can’t/never will get over that.)

I was then interviewed for a National Running Magazine (Women’s Running). (And I did a few normal fun things that month – saw a couple of shows (including Conan), etc.

In March, my Price is Right episode aired, and I got to share my joy with the world! I also sold that car and basically got out of debt. (Still making a few final payments on credit cards and waiting for a couple of things to clear, but I am basically there – and will be officially there soon, and you will be hearing about it.)

(I did a couple of small, normal fun things that month too – such as going to Disneyland.)

Then, in April, I met Cory Booker!(!!!)

I got to share that with my incredible friend Jaime. I had a lovely, brilliant, beautiful time in San Francisco.

(Also, as far as the small things in April – I started a new job where I work my favorite hours. Plus, I work with people with whom I’ve worked before – I adore them, by the way. I also have the pleasure of working on a medical show, so there’s a lot of interesting information in the interviews.

In addition, since I’m working on the “year of responsibility,” I feel like I got some good stuff accomplished – got a beautiful, clean, new retainer at the dentist. I had a wonderful check-up with one of the best electrocardiologists in the Los Angeles area.)

So, basically what I’m saying is from a micro to macro level (in my life), the first four months of this year have been exceptional!

I have no idea what’s coming next. But, I guess for now, I just want to soak it all in and say how unbelievably grateful I am.

And huge thanks to everyone who reads this blog and has been along for the journey with me! I appreciate you.

This has nothing to do with anything, but it was embarrassing, so I thought I’d call myself out.

I was walking to work the other day, down Sunset Boulevard. A guy gives me one of those loud cat-call-y sounding whistles from his car window.

I ignore him.

It is so easy to get in “ignore mode” in Los Angeles (or even in New York, really). People are constantly bothering you about things, so it’s easy to pass them by without thinking.

(I actually want to hopefully find a happy medium where I don’t spend my life talking to people on the street, but I don’t completely tune people out.

I’m actually trying this new thing where I carry a list of food pantries (with their hours) around in my backpack so that when someone asks for money, I can at least point them to food. But the plan is still pretty new, so whether I do it successfully remains to be soon)

But, I ignore this guy, because guys are always hollering on Sunset, or Hollywood, or lots of places in that area. Then he tries to get my attention again.

I sort of look over, wondering what’s happening. He’s making gestures. I can’t understand them. I thought he was asking if I wanted a ride (which people surprisingly do in L.A. kind of a lot if you’re walking – though I’ve never taken anyone up on it). I didn’t want a ride, so I kind of shook my head and went on walking.

He then whistles some more. I don’t know what’s happening, but I catch up to this guy walking down the street. He also seems a little distracted by this dude. Then, sidewalk guy tells me that car guy is not heckling, but helping – or at least trying to help me if I’ll let him. My skirt had rolled up underneath my book-bag. And my underwear was just out there for the world to see.

(Curious people – it was red and Tommy Hilfiger. So, at least it was cute…)

I fixed my skirt, profusely apologized to car guy as best as I could to someone a lane over from the sidewalk, and I embarrassingly made my way to work.