Enough!

Excuses, excuses.

You can find just about any reason to put just about anything off.

"I'm tired"

"I'll do it tomorrow"

"There's plenty of time"

Enough with the excuses!

My grandpa being in the hospital really shook up the troops. (By the way, he's home now and about to start PT.) It scared the hell out of me. And I got me thinking.

I've done some great things, some stupid things, some hurtful things. I've been a good kid and a very bad girl. I don't regret any of it. The good and bad has made me who I am today.

But having grandpa almost die on us has me thinking that I don't want to look back and regret the things I haven't done. Don't worry - you won't get the whole list. Only the top 2:

I love my grandmother. We have the same taste in food, books, just about everything but her affinity for opera... We've been talking about writing a book together for years. We may not get it published. No one may ever read it. But when I see her next month, we're going to stop talking about it and actually start writing.

Before I started law school, I went on an exercise kick. I was in amazing shape. I lost a ton of weight. Damn I looked good. But that's not the point. At the same time, my dad was getting back into running. At 52, he decided that he wanted to run a marathon. So I promised him that I'd run in a race with him. Not a marathon, I'm not that crazy. But a smaller, more reasonable one. Then I let myself get out of shape (unless you figure that round and flabby is a shape). Dad's run in his marathon. And I still haven't done a race with him.

Tonight I told him to pick a race and I'd run it with him. He was so excited that thinking about it now makes me kind of misty. (Or maybe that's the thought of all the work I'm going to need to put in so I don't collapse after 15 minutes.) Tomorrow my trainer will put me on some kind of torturous program so I can get myself ready.

No more excuses.