Tomorrow, I am going to practice shooting darts for a league that starts on Tuesday. I am pretty excited about it. It's been about ten years since I gave it up. I will be in one league where I use regular hand darts and come June in another league where I use a blow gun. I am most excited about the blow gun league.
I am looking forward to getting out and having a good time. We actually will be shooting a double the first night so lots of games. Hopefully, I will get the hang of the new machines. It blows my mind how one can actually shoot darts against someone far away. I don't think that would be as fun though.
I have a couple exciting runs coming up. On July 4th, I will be meeting up with a friend to do a 8 mile trail run. I done it once before. I know my friend will leave me cause she runs faster. I am okay with that. Especially since I know what to expect this time.
On August 20th, I will run a half Marathon in Chicago with another friend. I know her from the YMCA. She ran the last few miles with me when I did the half last summer. We will drive there the night before and get a room.. run the half Marthon and then shower and come home. This is pretty cool. I want to see the world. I have never been to Chicago before. I am really looking forward to it. This friend won't leave me. We will stay together.
I haven't done much running lately though. I don't run in the winter. I just do my fitness classes. I am excited to get started. I think I will do that on Sunday.. Just get it done in the morning before I get too busy.
I may use this blog to write about my darts and running. I don't have much to say about adoption these days.
My biggest struggle with adoption is the struggle that is going on with my son and him being able to see his baby. He got to see her today and asked me if I wanted to go with him on Sunday. I told him we will see. I hate getting my hopes up and it getting canceled. I get so depressed and being told I can't see my grand baby triggers some deep sadness and I just don't wanna keep doing that. I then feel bad because it's really not about me. It's about my son and how he is being denied his rights to his child.
I am in a much better place than I was when my step daughter's baby was born. I remember just the birth and visiting her in the hospital brought up so much sadness and deep depression. I had nothing but happy thoughts when my grandbaby was born. I really hope the sitution gets better so my son can be a Dad and the baby will know she has family that loves her.