Ode to Marriage

And Other Thoughts...

Today is my 8th wedding anniversary and I am not about to go on and on about how lucky I am (I am) or how much I love my husband (I do). I am also not going to tell you how marriage is hard and takes work and communication is key, etc etc. I am sure plenty of you know that. What I do want to say is how much I appreciate a partner who respects me, who makes me feel seen, who helps calm me down when I am spiraling and is the greatest cat dad in the world. I don't want to say all the things he does FOR ME but to know my husband is to know that he is truly one of the kindest people in this world. He cares about everyone and every living creature. I will give you one story as to why I love this man even when he tells me to stop buying Lululemon and Peloton apparel:

Back in February, driving home from the market (and we were STARVING), right around the corner from our house, there was an opossum that had been hit in the middle of the road. He was still alive and I SCREAMED and told Seth we needed to go back and save him and call a wildlife rehabber. I was nonsensical but he agreed to my plan. We got our dog crate and some towels and we went back to get the injured opossum and I was useless. I didn't help he get the opossum in the crate. He did it all by himself (not one car tried to help and barely would pull over) but he wrangled the opossum in. We drove back to our house, left him in our garage and I spent the next hour contacting rehabbers. We finally connected with a rehabber over an hour away and mind you, this was a work night. We left our house at 10 PM, did the transfer around 11:30 (the rehabber was running late so we just hung out at the meet spot listening to our audio book) and didn't get home till almost 1AM. We received word the opossum did not make it but the fact that this possum didn't suffer in the road or was hit again and was able to pass in warmth and comfort and with pain meds, was honestly all you can hope. My man did not complain one time. He cared and did all the driving. Truly, just one of the most selfless men I will ever know. I love you and happy anniversary, my love.

Enough of the sap stuff. There is something that has been on my mind and it's mostly because I have been fighting in the comments of Facebook. I KNOW! I KNOW! Karina, don't look at the comments. I am here to tell you: depression is a hell of a drug. Not being able to run for the past five months has been terrible for my mental health and I hadn't even realized it. I have been using my Peloton bike, I have been doing yoga and strength training but taking away running is apparently bad for my health? This is coming from someone who hated running in high school and the majority of my twenties. And now, it makes me sane? Never would have thought that. Basically, because I have been in a state of depression, I am fighting with everybody (not all the time, I am not deranged) but I have been calling people out, starting shit and then live to fight the good fight another day. I probably will be less in the comments because honestly some of you people are dumb. I am not arguing with you people. Go argue with your momma. I have no problem stating my opinion and then you can blow up my comments because I am NOT responding. Also, I am not going to have a side convo with you, even if you agree with me. I do NOT CARE! I am back to occasionally calling people out on their bullshit on the internet but I will give you hell in real life. Watch out.

Lastly, now that I am cleared to run again, I have some big plans and taking a page from Alexander Scamilton, going to (not be scamming people pretending I am going to climb a peak on every continent) but fundraising for an incredible race next year. More details on that but seriously, grifters keep grifting and are raking in so much money, WHY CAN'T I NOT GRIFT AND DO THE SAME?

Also, why can't I commit crimes and not do the time? Everyone else seems to be able to do that. UGH!

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