When does summer really start? I can't believe an entire year has flown by and still I sit at the same desk with the same realization that I have not yet achieved my dream job. But then again, does anyone?
No longer will I spend endless days at the pool or have to throw away chlorine-stained shirts, but instead I am content on my life as a shoe-fitter. Now, this may sound as a non-appealing job...but I have found that I love it! It's not just about shoes, but its about what goes into the lifestyle of the person wearing the shoes. Not only is a ridiculous amount of product knowledge to get through a day, but that one day makes or breaks a running life. I swore I would never become a shoe nerd, but here I am "nerding" up my blog.
But back to my original question. When does summer start? I used to live my life a semester at a time, using finals and tests as my markers. Now I can't seem to find a grasp on time. I don't live by weekends, I don't have breaks and last but not least, I don't have summer. Summer was the time I never wore shoes, I stayed up late and basked in the shining sun. What is the point of a swim suit if it sits in my drawer all summer? The good news is that there isn't as much pressure for a "swim suit body" and I can pretty much let myself go...nah, who am I kidding. Must. Keep. Running! That is if my leg will heal and I can make it more than four miles without finding myself in tears of frustration.
Dear Summer,
I am sorry that I will not be able to welcome you as well as I would like. It looks like you might just have to just get on without me. I am just as sad as you are.
Rachel
