Saturdays that matter

Rarely do I have a Saturday that means anything.

I usually sleep in, do homework, and don't leave the house.

Even though I didn't feel like doing much today, it was a busy day.

This morning was the annual Dick Gottschalk Memorial 5k Run/Walk in Rochester. I love participating in this every year - not just because I get to see my amazing cousin, Allie, and her brother Zac - but also because I am giving money to the Cancer Society so they can research to help save people like my uncle Dick, who died 15 years ago of brain cancer. I don't ever do much that makes a lasting difference, but this means so much to me, and it's helping such a great cause, even if it is just fifteen bucks.

While I was walking the race - which was disappointing because I love to run it, but I've been dealing with cyatica for a month and haven't been able to train - I was able to converse with the Judge in town, who happens to also be a great friend of my dad's and my roommate's father. We had a lovely time.

After the race, I went to an old friend's house. Her baby is 7 months old now, and standing up and chewing on everything (even my scarf - sorry Emma). I love reconnecting with them every so often. It's comforting to know old friends do remain, sometimes anyway.

Then, before making it home, I hit up another old friend's house. His puppy - a pit bull - is precious and a bit cantankerous. He's such a good friend, so close to my heart, that I am delighted every time I get to hang out with him.

All of this was relaxing and helped to calm me down from my annoyed self of the past few days. And after a steamy shower, finishing up some laundry, and a favorite childhood movie, I feel ready to end my semester on an up-swing.

Thanks, friends - old and new.