What a weekend! Even when we think we can imagine the most perfect experiences and the best circumstances, God surprises us and does everything even better.
To start I came back to Columbus, Oh to spend Mother's Day weekend with the love of my life, my best friend, and angel, mi madre. However, the best part is she got to celebrate my first Mother's day with me as well, seeing this is technically my first Mother's day. At the beginning of the indoor track and field season, after months of preparation for the 2011 season, I was blessed to find out I was becoming a "mommy". (I will never forget that moment) So many emotions ran through me. One thing I know without a shadow of a doubt is we can plan, and maneuver our lives to best fit "our" plan, however there is a finite destiny that is set forth by the Maker of all things, and it shall and inevitably will go that way. At this time in my life I was full steam ahead getting ready for the outdoor season and competing for the World team. And despite my readiness to tackle any hurdles that stood in my way, God knew I was carry the weight of the world on my shoulders and set me free. I have been able to step off the track and fall back in love with my sport through the innocent eyes I'd seen it before. I'm so looking forward to becoming a mommy, and more than anything realize how blessed I am that I was still trusted enough to bring forth life to this earth. I'm honored and humbled.
This has been a wonderful journey thus far, and I see whatever I envision being even better. Everything about the young woman I had become so far, was laid out on the table and I was to answer the call. Feeling anxious about the ending of my season and coming back to prepare for London 2012, I spent a lot of time with my Creator to reverence the journey put before me and to know whatever I choose to manifest from it, shall be. I'm so grateful for the milestones in my life. Early on I only shared my pregnancy with a few very close friends. The sacredness of what I had been chosen to do overwhelmed me and I sat still to meditate and pray over my path. One of the very first friends I told was Tiffany Williams. Her response was one that gave me peace, and brought pure joy in my heart, and let me know I was going to be ok. Tiffany was so excited and so encouraging, I knew there was a reason I chose to share the good news with her first. The best part about it all is she is the very blueprint God put in front of me on how to make it all happen. Being a mommy and a great athlete all at once.
So now here I sit ending my first Mother's day with my mom, with a healthy baby girl growing inside of me, I am abundantly grateful. This experience is one I will never be able to compare anything else to. As I continue to stay in shape and keep on my quest, her and I bond more and more each day. As time moves closer to her presentation to the world, my mind is consumed with being the best woman and mother I can be. The baby shower my mom put together for me could not have been written or planned any perfectly. I remember when my mother said to me since I was going to be in town she was going to throw me a shower. Yes, a shower it was. I was showered with more love at one time than I can every remember and it was a beautiful feeling. The best part about it, is how much so many people love this little girl and she's still hanging out in her little "honey comb hideout". This weekend was remarkable and I wanted to share this precious moment in my life. The things we may think we are not prepared to do, are the same things that come along to show us that's the very thing life has been preparing us for. Life is to be created, loved, and lived eyes wide open.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
My First Race, My Last Race...for Now!
I must say its been quite a minute and since then there have been so many changes in the world of "Me". I had written a blog about my experience in Iraq on the Olympic heroes tour, as well as the death of my aunt over the summer, however upon posting it the computer froze so I have yet to share with the world where I am in my life.
As you read, this post is titled "My first race, my last race...for now" is in reference to my upcoming meet The Milrose games, Friday January 28th, 2011. I had not completely planned to take the 2011 season off, but it has come to my own personal revelation that I have to in order to move forward for 2012. Track and field has been to my life; my lover, my friend, my confidant; however, its also been a cheater, an enemy, and my sacrifice. I have given many years to a sport that I have loved since I was 12. Track had been for many years where I felt closest to God and closest to the better parts of my person.
Over the latter parts of my career, the more wisdom I gained in the sport the more I realized that my character didn't necessarily fit some of the profiles of a sport I thought was golden. It's amazing what the politics of agents, shoe companies, and even coaches can make you realize about the priorities in your own life. Since 2006, I have witnessed some things in my sport of track and field that no one else would believe unless they were there with me. I have spent many years silent about so many things that I know are facts, so many things about coaches and agents that they would hate for any athlete to know, and all because I was in the wrong place, but at the right time. Yes, in the wrong place, at the right time. For ex. being in Eugene, Oregon at a USA outdoor nationals and meaning to walk through another door of a hotel, but instead walked through one where I happen to overhear an agent, speaking to another agent and a coach about some very incriminating issues concerning an athlete that I had just seen leaving that hotel. So of course, I figured the athlete had just been talking to his agent, the very agent that was putting his business on serious front street. At this point, let me say yes, I continued to walk on in, and yes they saw me and knew I had heard what was said. I looked at them, they looked at me, I shook my head, smirked, and walked to the elevator. To this day, I see those same 3 gentlemen at track meets often and they always speak, but the one thing they know is, Moushaumi heard them. I think of myself at times as the athlete that knew too much. Honestly, I do know more than a track and field athlete on a quest to obtain more Olympic Golds probably needs to know. Even more so, not by choice. I'd love to be an athlete making $100k plus, often, not knowing much about the ills of the sport and not having to hear it, because I had a driver to the hotel, as oppose to taking a shuttle with officials that dont know who I am, and are just chatting away about what's not supposed to be talked about. However, I am thankful that God put me in certain places, to hear certain conversations, or see certain people so I could know the truth myself. Sometimes though, ignorance is bliss.
I'd like to go to practice and know that world knows at least half of the truth about Sprint Capitol in Raleigh, NC, from 2004-2006 not what they heard. I'd like to go to practice and not be pissed about the agent who neglected to read my contract and told me to sign it and send it in written wrong, the agent who revealed to a shoe company a very private conversation I had with them, because I trusted our communication, and the agent that thought my being thorough about "my business" questioned their abilities, rather than being happy to work with an athlete that has a go-get-it attitude. No matter if we make $20,000 or $350,000, if you take a percentage you still work for the athlete, so do us that justice in earnest. I'd like to go to practice and not be bitter about coaches wanting and trying to get more from an athlete financially than agreed upon, or rather outright can't afford, and they know it, but still insist on something different. Then why offer or even encourage the athlete to train with you? Finally, I'd like to go to practice knowing that I'm getting paid because of my talent, my integrity, my character, and my ability to effect change amongst the people that come in contact with me, as well as sell them your shoes. However I go to practice and I carry these things to the line. I've done well shaking most of them off but the residue remains.
My first race will be my last race of the 2011 season and here's the vast majority as to why. On July 14, 2010 I was in transition from Belgium to my last meet for the first half of the summer in Sweden. I remember seeing Monica Hargrove at the hotel and that night we hung out in her room shooting the breeze before our race the next day. Unbeknown to me at the time, my dearest aunt, my mother's oldest sister was dying at Wesley Memorial hospital in Hattiesburg, MS from complications from a "routine" colon surgery. I ran on the 15th still unaware of the tragedy that had struck my family, and it just so happened that t-mobile decided to tell me when I had used too much of my phone before the due date of the bill so they put things on shut off until I returned. Right, who does that? I'm grown don't govern my usage, however t-mobile does. I boarded a plane and was headed back to Orlando excited to end the first half of one of the best seasons I had had in 2yrs, running a season best of 51.49, and if you knew what I'd been through as many of you do, you can understand how appreciative I was to finally see the times dropping. Once I landed in Orlando as I normally do, I call my mom first to let her know I'm back and safe. When she answered she told me her and dad were in Mississippi. I immediately asked about Doris Jean, not dawning on me my parents should be in Ohio...the next thing I heard..."Honey we lost her"....I gasped, gripped my homegirl's shoulder so hard not to collapse, and the next breath out my mouth were shouts of tears. Yeah, you can shout tears, I did that night. Never, ever did I imagine that I could return home to such tragedy. I've sacrificed alot for a sport that has sacrificed very little for me in return. I initially had been told by my agent I had no meets lined up for the summer or there were "no" races. Within in 3 days of me bringing about an unrelated concern I end up with seven weeks of meets. Please don't misunderstand me, I was truly grateful to get the meets I did and was able to make a sufficient amount of money, and obtain a season's best. However, prior to finding out these meets existed I was preparing to go to Mississippi. and stay with my granddad to help out while my aunt had her surgery, meaning I would have been there when she died. Instead I was thousands of miles away "running track". To my aunt's honor, there is no other place she would have rather I had been because she was my biggest fan. However, if I could go back and not have ran one of those races and been able to hold her hand one last time, hug her neck and tell her I love her, I would give it all back.
So my first race at the Milrose games Friday Jan. 28th 2011 at 8:03pm, a meet I've always been wanting an invite to, will be my last race for the season. I can no longer go forward successfully if I don't take a step back and find peace within myself with this sport I've loved and sacrificed for. I know it is going to be an emotional time putting those spikes on and lining up to hear the sound of a gun go off, because the last time I did that my aunt Doris had taken her final breaths. Some of you may think this is too deep, but life is deep and more than anything else this is my reality whether anyone else understands it or not. God allows things to happen in our lives so that we can find the peace we need to move on, and that is exactly what's occuring for me. A wonderful opportunity has presented itself and I'm suppose to travel down that road for now. I have struggled with wanting to take a step back and just never could, but now is the time. I have set lofty goals to accomplish for 2012 in London, and I know my aunt is expecting these things to come to fruition, and the only way for me to do it is to heal. Lauryn Hill has a song titled "I Get Out". It speaks about getting out of the boxes people and the world put us in, and that is what I'm doing climbing out of this "box". When I return it will be on my own accord and I will be free from the bondage that this sport has put most, if not all of us athletes in.
I want to thank every single one of my family members and by that I mean those who have cheered for me, aloud and quietly, who knows some of these truths and have encouraged and stuck by me. Thank you to you all for keeping me sane, for helping me see the silver lining at times and for some just letting me vent about the bullcrap. To Bruce Johnson, Sanya Richards, and Nicole Denby, continue to rep us 'Horns' and thank you for following my footsteps and knowing you will be alright after Texas. Thank you for always loving me and encouraging me, I will be back and we will all be in London together. (My other Lady Longhorns you know what it is, get it done. Michelle Carter, Bianca knight, Marshevette Myers, and Alexandria Anderson) To Steven Williams, thank you brother, we have a task ahead but you have always given me tough love to get me stronger and I don't doubt what we are going to get done. To Tiffany Williams and Novelene Williams you two are my sisters for life. There will never be another set of training partners that gave to me what you two did. I love you and thank you for pushing each other in the weight room and on the track. Our talks were always uplifting and I know you two are going to be a huge part of my 2012 quest. Kellie Wells what can I say, I wish I could put you on my shoulder when I race, thank you for the cheers, you are my ride and die supporter. Damu Mitchell our conversations have been priceless. To Rose Marie and Gigi Johnson you two sistas I have kept me in the midst of the storm, and words cannot show you, I'll just win those medals for you. To Joanna Hayes, you of all people understand most what your little sister has endured. From my first visit to UCLA to you giving birth to Zoe, you have been a part of my life and career that far exceeds what anyone would expect from someone who lives on an entirely different coast. Benard Williams you already know bro, thank you. Aubrey Herring, I just had to take this breath, but I'll be back so we can keep clowning, thank you for being my first real "track" friend, we've been rolling tight for 10 years now, amazing. Justin Gatlin, thank you for coming back, show the world for all of us, for real brother, much love and thank you for who you've been to my life. Demetria formerly Washington, I love you and I will be back to it. Jamie Nieto never stop believing in the truth and making a difference, you're here to change the world, much love brother, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone else who I know or don't know have cheered for me. There are numerous coaches, medical staff, and track fans who have given me words of wisdom and encouragement on this journey and you have not gone unnoticed, thank you. I will be back, and it's because I am honored to show all of you that what you believe in in me, is true, but I can only do it with peace of mind. Peace, Love, and Blessings.
Go Team USA Dageu, Korea 2011 (Smash the medal count)
As you read, this post is titled "My first race, my last race...for now" is in reference to my upcoming meet The Milrose games, Friday January 28th, 2011. I had not completely planned to take the 2011 season off, but it has come to my own personal revelation that I have to in order to move forward for 2012. Track and field has been to my life; my lover, my friend, my confidant; however, its also been a cheater, an enemy, and my sacrifice. I have given many years to a sport that I have loved since I was 12. Track had been for many years where I felt closest to God and closest to the better parts of my person.
Over the latter parts of my career, the more wisdom I gained in the sport the more I realized that my character didn't necessarily fit some of the profiles of a sport I thought was golden. It's amazing what the politics of agents, shoe companies, and even coaches can make you realize about the priorities in your own life. Since 2006, I have witnessed some things in my sport of track and field that no one else would believe unless they were there with me. I have spent many years silent about so many things that I know are facts, so many things about coaches and agents that they would hate for any athlete to know, and all because I was in the wrong place, but at the right time. Yes, in the wrong place, at the right time. For ex. being in Eugene, Oregon at a USA outdoor nationals and meaning to walk through another door of a hotel, but instead walked through one where I happen to overhear an agent, speaking to another agent and a coach about some very incriminating issues concerning an athlete that I had just seen leaving that hotel. So of course, I figured the athlete had just been talking to his agent, the very agent that was putting his business on serious front street. At this point, let me say yes, I continued to walk on in, and yes they saw me and knew I had heard what was said. I looked at them, they looked at me, I shook my head, smirked, and walked to the elevator. To this day, I see those same 3 gentlemen at track meets often and they always speak, but the one thing they know is, Moushaumi heard them. I think of myself at times as the athlete that knew too much. Honestly, I do know more than a track and field athlete on a quest to obtain more Olympic Golds probably needs to know. Even more so, not by choice. I'd love to be an athlete making $100k plus, often, not knowing much about the ills of the sport and not having to hear it, because I had a driver to the hotel, as oppose to taking a shuttle with officials that dont know who I am, and are just chatting away about what's not supposed to be talked about. However, I am thankful that God put me in certain places, to hear certain conversations, or see certain people so I could know the truth myself. Sometimes though, ignorance is bliss.
I'd like to go to practice and know that world knows at least half of the truth about Sprint Capitol in Raleigh, NC, from 2004-2006 not what they heard. I'd like to go to practice and not be pissed about the agent who neglected to read my contract and told me to sign it and send it in written wrong, the agent who revealed to a shoe company a very private conversation I had with them, because I trusted our communication, and the agent that thought my being thorough about "my business" questioned their abilities, rather than being happy to work with an athlete that has a go-get-it attitude. No matter if we make $20,000 or $350,000, if you take a percentage you still work for the athlete, so do us that justice in earnest. I'd like to go to practice and not be bitter about coaches wanting and trying to get more from an athlete financially than agreed upon, or rather outright can't afford, and they know it, but still insist on something different. Then why offer or even encourage the athlete to train with you? Finally, I'd like to go to practice knowing that I'm getting paid because of my talent, my integrity, my character, and my ability to effect change amongst the people that come in contact with me, as well as sell them your shoes. However I go to practice and I carry these things to the line. I've done well shaking most of them off but the residue remains.
My first race will be my last race of the 2011 season and here's the vast majority as to why. On July 14, 2010 I was in transition from Belgium to my last meet for the first half of the summer in Sweden. I remember seeing Monica Hargrove at the hotel and that night we hung out in her room shooting the breeze before our race the next day. Unbeknown to me at the time, my dearest aunt, my mother's oldest sister was dying at Wesley Memorial hospital in Hattiesburg, MS from complications from a "routine" colon surgery. I ran on the 15th still unaware of the tragedy that had struck my family, and it just so happened that t-mobile decided to tell me when I had used too much of my phone before the due date of the bill so they put things on shut off until I returned. Right, who does that? I'm grown don't govern my usage, however t-mobile does. I boarded a plane and was headed back to Orlando excited to end the first half of one of the best seasons I had had in 2yrs, running a season best of 51.49, and if you knew what I'd been through as many of you do, you can understand how appreciative I was to finally see the times dropping. Once I landed in Orlando as I normally do, I call my mom first to let her know I'm back and safe. When she answered she told me her and dad were in Mississippi. I immediately asked about Doris Jean, not dawning on me my parents should be in Ohio...the next thing I heard..."Honey we lost her"....I gasped, gripped my homegirl's shoulder so hard not to collapse, and the next breath out my mouth were shouts of tears. Yeah, you can shout tears, I did that night. Never, ever did I imagine that I could return home to such tragedy. I've sacrificed alot for a sport that has sacrificed very little for me in return. I initially had been told by my agent I had no meets lined up for the summer or there were "no" races. Within in 3 days of me bringing about an unrelated concern I end up with seven weeks of meets. Please don't misunderstand me, I was truly grateful to get the meets I did and was able to make a sufficient amount of money, and obtain a season's best. However, prior to finding out these meets existed I was preparing to go to Mississippi. and stay with my granddad to help out while my aunt had her surgery, meaning I would have been there when she died. Instead I was thousands of miles away "running track". To my aunt's honor, there is no other place she would have rather I had been because she was my biggest fan. However, if I could go back and not have ran one of those races and been able to hold her hand one last time, hug her neck and tell her I love her, I would give it all back.
So my first race at the Milrose games Friday Jan. 28th 2011 at 8:03pm, a meet I've always been wanting an invite to, will be my last race for the season. I can no longer go forward successfully if I don't take a step back and find peace within myself with this sport I've loved and sacrificed for. I know it is going to be an emotional time putting those spikes on and lining up to hear the sound of a gun go off, because the last time I did that my aunt Doris had taken her final breaths. Some of you may think this is too deep, but life is deep and more than anything else this is my reality whether anyone else understands it or not. God allows things to happen in our lives so that we can find the peace we need to move on, and that is exactly what's occuring for me. A wonderful opportunity has presented itself and I'm suppose to travel down that road for now. I have struggled with wanting to take a step back and just never could, but now is the time. I have set lofty goals to accomplish for 2012 in London, and I know my aunt is expecting these things to come to fruition, and the only way for me to do it is to heal. Lauryn Hill has a song titled "I Get Out". It speaks about getting out of the boxes people and the world put us in, and that is what I'm doing climbing out of this "box". When I return it will be on my own accord and I will be free from the bondage that this sport has put most, if not all of us athletes in.
I want to thank every single one of my family members and by that I mean those who have cheered for me, aloud and quietly, who knows some of these truths and have encouraged and stuck by me. Thank you to you all for keeping me sane, for helping me see the silver lining at times and for some just letting me vent about the bullcrap. To Bruce Johnson, Sanya Richards, and Nicole Denby, continue to rep us 'Horns' and thank you for following my footsteps and knowing you will be alright after Texas. Thank you for always loving me and encouraging me, I will be back and we will all be in London together. (My other Lady Longhorns you know what it is, get it done. Michelle Carter, Bianca knight, Marshevette Myers, and Alexandria Anderson) To Steven Williams, thank you brother, we have a task ahead but you have always given me tough love to get me stronger and I don't doubt what we are going to get done. To Tiffany Williams and Novelene Williams you two are my sisters for life. There will never be another set of training partners that gave to me what you two did. I love you and thank you for pushing each other in the weight room and on the track. Our talks were always uplifting and I know you two are going to be a huge part of my 2012 quest. Kellie Wells what can I say, I wish I could put you on my shoulder when I race, thank you for the cheers, you are my ride and die supporter. Damu Mitchell our conversations have been priceless. To Rose Marie and Gigi Johnson you two sistas I have kept me in the midst of the storm, and words cannot show you, I'll just win those medals for you. To Joanna Hayes, you of all people understand most what your little sister has endured. From my first visit to UCLA to you giving birth to Zoe, you have been a part of my life and career that far exceeds what anyone would expect from someone who lives on an entirely different coast. Benard Williams you already know bro, thank you. Aubrey Herring, I just had to take this breath, but I'll be back so we can keep clowning, thank you for being my first real "track" friend, we've been rolling tight for 10 years now, amazing. Justin Gatlin, thank you for coming back, show the world for all of us, for real brother, much love and thank you for who you've been to my life. Demetria formerly Washington, I love you and I will be back to it. Jamie Nieto never stop believing in the truth and making a difference, you're here to change the world, much love brother, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone else who I know or don't know have cheered for me. There are numerous coaches, medical staff, and track fans who have given me words of wisdom and encouragement on this journey and you have not gone unnoticed, thank you. I will be back, and it's because I am honored to show all of you that what you believe in in me, is true, but I can only do it with peace of mind. Peace, Love, and Blessings.
Go Team USA Dageu, Korea 2011 (Smash the medal count)
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Call me "Crazy" but...
I ran into an athlete here and she said hey I watch some of your videos, hahaha, "you're crazy". So I paused for a second and thought, hmmm what does that mean? I've heard people use that before in terms of something funny I have said or pretty much something I have said in general, and I've never really understood why that would be the adjective they use. I do know they do not mean it in the literal sense, however, what's so crazy about what I say or do, I thought, I think what they call crazy is what they do not comprehend, so let me help them.
I am 100% me. That's all I have ever been, that's all I know how to be. I look in the mirror everyday and make myself fall in love with all that my Creator has made me to be. The goods, the not so goods, the nice, the not so nice, the beautiful and the not so beautiful, but it is all me and I am happy. The words I speak from my mouth or the thoughts I let come out into reality are all things I feel, know, trust, and believe. But what I think some call crazy, are the things I say and do that most people want to, but won't. We all are created for some greater thing other than ourselves, and that we must own. What Ive owned about me is that I am a lover of all things, of all creatures, without cause or reason. It is the fabric with which my creator chose to design me. I love life, and every morning I open my eyes, I say "Thank you, for giving me another shot." I appreciate the chance to make yesterday's wrongs, today's rights, and tomorrow's forgottens. One thing I want the world to know is that I am not of this world as I do not live to please the world. I live to serve the lives of my Creator's manifestations. I am not here for me, I am here to bless and serve you, my brothers and sisters of planet earth, this is my reality. Call me "crazy" but understand my thought is elevated from the simplicities of this world.
The revelation that I walk and breathe in is this: When we take our last breath we will all stand in judgement and we will all stand alone. No one else will be there beside you for you to point a finger at and explain why you said what you said, or did what you did. You will have to give an account for Your dealings on this earth period. So I have only one judge and that is the one that designed me and the spirit that lives within. So it is easy for me to smile always, love always, and speak truth always, because I have only one to please and that is the One above. So call me "crazy" but maybe you should find some crazy in you and love the only life you will get, and try to get it right.
I have posted some more videos and thought before anyone else uses the term "crazy" as a description for me in my videos, understand that the crazy you see is the love I have for life, repsect I have for my Judge, and the love I have for you. They are candid, in the moment videos, and it's me and however I'm feeling at the time. So call me "Crazy" but just enjoy. Speak Truth.
I am 100% me. That's all I have ever been, that's all I know how to be. I look in the mirror everyday and make myself fall in love with all that my Creator has made me to be. The goods, the not so goods, the nice, the not so nice, the beautiful and the not so beautiful, but it is all me and I am happy. The words I speak from my mouth or the thoughts I let come out into reality are all things I feel, know, trust, and believe. But what I think some call crazy, are the things I say and do that most people want to, but won't. We all are created for some greater thing other than ourselves, and that we must own. What Ive owned about me is that I am a lover of all things, of all creatures, without cause or reason. It is the fabric with which my creator chose to design me. I love life, and every morning I open my eyes, I say "Thank you, for giving me another shot." I appreciate the chance to make yesterday's wrongs, today's rights, and tomorrow's forgottens. One thing I want the world to know is that I am not of this world as I do not live to please the world. I live to serve the lives of my Creator's manifestations. I am not here for me, I am here to bless and serve you, my brothers and sisters of planet earth, this is my reality. Call me "crazy" but understand my thought is elevated from the simplicities of this world.
The revelation that I walk and breathe in is this: When we take our last breath we will all stand in judgement and we will all stand alone. No one else will be there beside you for you to point a finger at and explain why you said what you said, or did what you did. You will have to give an account for Your dealings on this earth period. So I have only one judge and that is the one that designed me and the spirit that lives within. So it is easy for me to smile always, love always, and speak truth always, because I have only one to please and that is the One above. So call me "crazy" but maybe you should find some crazy in you and love the only life you will get, and try to get it right.
I have posted some more videos and thought before anyone else uses the term "crazy" as a description for me in my videos, understand that the crazy you see is the love I have for life, repsect I have for my Judge, and the love I have for you. They are candid, in the moment videos, and it's me and however I'm feeling at the time. So call me "Crazy" but just enjoy. Speak Truth.
Monday, June 28, 2010
So Here Goes
So here goes, I'm officially becoming a blogger. Mostly because a few of my facebook friends ask me to, but also I think the thoughts in my head are tired of being bottled up, so I have decided that they are now mature enough to come out and experience the world. So Here Goes...
I'm not going to do some long intro into my life or my purpose in life (which I'm still discovering) I'm just going to jump right in and start where I am, in Athens, Greece. Im awaiting my next track meet in Patra, Greece on the 30th that will be a 200m sprint, Yay!! Fun Run.
I've been over here in Europe since June 7 and am scheduled to return home some time around July 20th, tick...tock...tick...tock... I have uploaded my facebook page with some videos I did as like an improtu blog so my friends can some what see what my life is like over here in Europe.
Let me just say this, until you are actually walking in the shoes of a "professional" track and field athlete, no blog, photo, tweet, or website can truly help you understand what life is like over here, especially if you are not running the so called 'A' meets. Those meets are like the Ruth's Chris of the running circuit. Let's just say I'm running at Ryan's steakhouse buffet, but it all pays so I'm not complaining, however had to give you an analogy because there is a huge difference.
Namely, accomodations. I think I can look in the mirror and say I'm probably one of the most adaptable athletes in this sport. I do share with my agent what things are like, but I do not complain when my rides are 4 hrs late picking me up, or when I have to take 5 trains to get to a small town in France, or even when my night's stay is at a youth athletic club center with community baths. I put a smile on my face and remember how wonderfully blessed I am to get paid to do what I love. Sometimes meager pay, but still a good day's work. So in my efforts to be diligent with my blog I will post a view videos that I have done so far and will pick things up from there. Thanks for reading...remember SpeakTruth!
I'm not going to do some long intro into my life or my purpose in life (which I'm still discovering) I'm just going to jump right in and start where I am, in Athens, Greece. Im awaiting my next track meet in Patra, Greece on the 30th that will be a 200m sprint, Yay!! Fun Run.
I've been over here in Europe since June 7 and am scheduled to return home some time around July 20th, tick...tock...tick...tock... I have uploaded my facebook page with some videos I did as like an improtu blog so my friends can some what see what my life is like over here in Europe.
Let me just say this, until you are actually walking in the shoes of a "professional" track and field athlete, no blog, photo, tweet, or website can truly help you understand what life is like over here, especially if you are not running the so called 'A' meets. Those meets are like the Ruth's Chris of the running circuit. Let's just say I'm running at Ryan's steakhouse buffet, but it all pays so I'm not complaining, however had to give you an analogy because there is a huge difference.
Namely, accomodations. I think I can look in the mirror and say I'm probably one of the most adaptable athletes in this sport. I do share with my agent what things are like, but I do not complain when my rides are 4 hrs late picking me up, or when I have to take 5 trains to get to a small town in France, or even when my night's stay is at a youth athletic club center with community baths. I put a smile on my face and remember how wonderfully blessed I am to get paid to do what I love. Sometimes meager pay, but still a good day's work. So in my efforts to be diligent with my blog I will post a view videos that I have done so far and will pick things up from there. Thanks for reading...remember SpeakTruth!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Often time we try to live our life according to some societal standard, be it our family, friends, colleagues, or governments, but we forget that we are all purposed and no one's journey will be the same. With that being said...can I talk to you world?
Its Tuesday and you are off to work, (I didn't put a time of day because work is always happening somewhere in the world), trying to wrap your head around your life and what has gotten you to where you are. Now ask yourself a question...do you have peace? Whether you have accomplished spoken or unspoken goals do you have peace of mind? If you haven't accomplished things that you sought out...have you answered the "why?". You go through your daily routine still figuring out if you have peace of mind. Let me say this, if your first response was not a resounding "Yes" when the question first appeared, you might need to take some time and ponder a little. Now some might say thats a utopian idea, but like I said this is a Truth blog so im going to keep it 100% honest.
Peace is priceless, without it you are just existing not living. You dont believe me, check this? If we can go back to June 25th 2009 and be in the same room as the late great Mr. Michael Jackson (bless his soul) invisible to mans' sight but can see and hear all the dealings in the room, do you think you would have seen peace in his eyes? Honestly? Forget what the mass media has reported about how his death may have occured, think on the man almost the entire world mourned that day. The saddest part of his death wasnt that he died, it was that he died not knowing how much he really impacted the world and how many people truly loved him. In all the things that the world judged Michael for, his dealings in life were motivated in the pursuit of peace. At times when we are restless and cannot sleep, its usually our mind thats keeping us awake, true? Here's a man who had everything material we could think of, a great family, successful career, but even he couldnt sleep well at night without some assistance. Maybe had Mr. Jackson's memorials and tributes in the media preceded his death, he may still be here with us today. However the world pursecuted him while he was here, and praised him when he left...tisk tisk.
The saying "peace of mind is priceless" should not being a saying, it should be a marquee that scrolls across the foreheads of every human being so that the next person will never forget it. If you don't have peace in what ever it is you are doing, find it! And do it quickly. You want to know the truth about peace? The further away you get from peace in your life the closer you get to the end of your life. Just like we can die from things outside of our control, accidents, illnesses, tragedies, we can also commit our own murder by suffocating the soul. Without peace you are slowly dying from the inside out...Trust me.
Its Tuesday and you are off to work, (I didn't put a time of day because work is always happening somewhere in the world), trying to wrap your head around your life and what has gotten you to where you are. Now ask yourself a question...do you have peace? Whether you have accomplished spoken or unspoken goals do you have peace of mind? If you haven't accomplished things that you sought out...have you answered the "why?". You go through your daily routine still figuring out if you have peace of mind. Let me say this, if your first response was not a resounding "Yes" when the question first appeared, you might need to take some time and ponder a little. Now some might say thats a utopian idea, but like I said this is a Truth blog so im going to keep it 100% honest.
Peace is priceless, without it you are just existing not living. You dont believe me, check this? If we can go back to June 25th 2009 and be in the same room as the late great Mr. Michael Jackson (bless his soul) invisible to mans' sight but can see and hear all the dealings in the room, do you think you would have seen peace in his eyes? Honestly? Forget what the mass media has reported about how his death may have occured, think on the man almost the entire world mourned that day. The saddest part of his death wasnt that he died, it was that he died not knowing how much he really impacted the world and how many people truly loved him. In all the things that the world judged Michael for, his dealings in life were motivated in the pursuit of peace. At times when we are restless and cannot sleep, its usually our mind thats keeping us awake, true? Here's a man who had everything material we could think of, a great family, successful career, but even he couldnt sleep well at night without some assistance. Maybe had Mr. Jackson's memorials and tributes in the media preceded his death, he may still be here with us today. However the world pursecuted him while he was here, and praised him when he left...tisk tisk.
The saying "peace of mind is priceless" should not being a saying, it should be a marquee that scrolls across the foreheads of every human being so that the next person will never forget it. If you don't have peace in what ever it is you are doing, find it! And do it quickly. You want to know the truth about peace? The further away you get from peace in your life the closer you get to the end of your life. Just like we can die from things outside of our control, accidents, illnesses, tragedies, we can also commit our own murder by suffocating the soul. Without peace you are slowly dying from the inside out...Trust me.
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
My first blog is going to start by saying it is way too late to be up creating a blog, but I guess why not if you got some stuff to say. However after the hour it has taken me to read the terms and conditions and try to create a layout that kind of resonates my style, I have now realized that my show "The Fresh Prince of Belair" is on so Im going to start with my real thoughts for my family tomorrow. By family I mean you!
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