I rolled out of bed this morning determined to hit that three mile mark. I haven’t been running as much as I would like lately, but this morning I just knew that I could do it. It may not seem like a lot, but for someone who could barely run a mile at the beginning of the summer, it felt really good. Well, the run was awful. I’ve been sick, so I sounded like Darth Vader wheezing around my neighborhood. Then I got a stitch in my side around mile two, but I pushed through and finished in 38:26. Not a very good pace by any means, but I’m proud that I did it.
Andrew left today for school. He has to be back a week early for nursing school so I went to lunch with him, his mom, and some friends. He had some room in his car left so he stopped by my house afterwards to take my TV and a few other small things of mine. (Yeah, I have a lot of stuff to bring back.) It’s about a four hour drive to Kansas City, so it always makes me nervous when he drives it by himself. I hugged him goodbye and told him to drive safe. And of course that I loved him. He hugged me back and I started to tear up.
I have been such an emotional roller coaster lately.
It’s only a week – not even since I’m leaving Thursday, but I’ll miss him. This summer we’ve gone much longer than that without seeing each other and it’s been fine, but it’s like once you know that person’s gone it’s suddenly much harder. I’m probably just being ridiculous and just needed a good cry since I haven’t had one in a while. My meltdown on the phone with the electric company doesn’t count, haha.
On Wednesday, I went to the Cardinals’ baseball game with two of my good girlfriends from church and a family friend. He bought us tickets in the bleacher seats in outfield and they were such great seats! We could see every pitch exactly where it landed in the catcher’s glove and we were right behind center-field man Jon Jay.
On the second pitch, the batter hit the ball straight at the elbow of our pitcher, Shelby Miller. He was taken out after that and the game just went downhill from there. Our defensive was pretty crap and the Dodgers kept scoring. Around the seventh inning, we decided to make the game a little more fun and started to call out Jon Jay’s name (not during the game of course, but between innings) to try and get him to wave at us. The seventh inning he pretty much ignored us; the eighth inning he turned and looked at us but didn’t do anything more. We were like, well hey, at least he looked at us!
Then at the beginning of the ninth he was throwing the ball back and forth to Matt Holliday and we kept shouting his name and cheering for him. Right before the inning started, he turned and began to run towards us. I was just thinking, “Oh! He’s going to wave to us!” But he kept running closer and it was like everything after that went into hyperspeed. The next thing I know he’s throwing the ball towards us and our friend leaned over me and caught it. (I mean honestly, do not trust me to catch a MLB baseball…)
It was totally awesome.
He gave the ball to us girls and we passed it around, touching it and kind of awed with what just happened. Jon Jay personally threw a baseball to us! We shouted that we loved him (haha, what fangirls we are) and were absolutely giddy for the rest of the game. We ended up losing horrendously – I think it was 13 to 4, but it was a ton of fun and we got a baseball! That never happens!
Since there were three of us and only one baseball, we decided that we would “share” it. One of the girls took it home and said she’d pass it on over Christmas break. It’s honestly not that big of a deal to me whether I keep the baseball or not. Just the fact that Jon Jay threw the ball to me (okay, I think it was to me, but my memory could be a bit biasly skewed ) is enough to make me happy!
It was a bit bittersweet since that was my last baseball game for the summer. I’m going to miss St. Louis and cheering for the Cards – we truly are a baseball city. But it’s off to Kansas City where they root for the Royals (boooo!) but I’ll proudly wear my hat when we make it to playoffs.
You can take the girl out of St. Louis but you can’t take St. Louis out of the girl.