Thursday, May 17, 2012

Not The Best Night to Get Arrested

Good Morning!  It has been an interesting twelve hours...

I have been to Chicago several times.  I have endearing memories from each of these trips... as well as some "it's funny now" memories from each.  I guess I should have known that this trip would be no exception. 

My adventure began the evening of my departure.  Upon leaving Trader Joe's, I was pulled over and alerted that I was driving on a suspended license.  NEWS TO ME!  Let me just add this to my to-do list for Thursday: Call and thank the DMV for nothing.  Try to get my license reinstated before I get back in Omaha and need to drive again.

What must have happened was that I had a ticket last summer that someone never got the memo that I paid.  Even though the arresting officer was able to confirm that the ticket was paid, he was not able to give me any information about how I could resolve this issue, nor was he allowed to let me drive.  

LUCKILY, my travel companion Jessi, answered her phone and was able to come pick me up with just enough time for us to make it to the bus on time after a frantic shower and hurried packing.

Maybe it was relief, or maybe it was ten milligrams of melatonin, but I was able to actually start to settle down once the bus got rolling. Other than that strange smell, all was good...

Until I realized that I will be sleeping a total of three hours during this trip.  Alternating between positions of slumped over the the right, slumped over to the left, and face on the table in front of me, the longest stretch of "sleep" was (maybe) 45 minutes.  Next time, I need stronger drugs, or a different mode of transportation.  I don't always have really great ideas.  It's not a really big deal, other than the fact that a sleepless night does not help physical performance or dealing with the DMV via phone.

I have no doubt that this trip will be great.  As we are now on the final leg of our ride into Chicago, our bus driver Alvin is greeting the day by singing R&B slow jams.  If that isn't a good sign, I don't know what is.

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About Sam

I am a writer in Omaha, Nebraska sharing my adventures in the foundations of healthy living - nutrition, being active, and being funny.

I was born in Kansas City in the sweltering summer of July, 1986. I was nearly born in the car because I was so pumped to get my life started. I have been bouncing off of the walls ever since. Growing up I hung out with the big kids who were even older than my sister (and best friend) Allie. I quickly developed an "I'm over it" 'tude toward kids my own age whose pastimes seemed juvenile - an interesting perspective coming from a preschooler. My snobbish worldview was hard earned however, as I was forced to learn both multiplication and division early to keep up when we played "school," and I was always forced to do dangerous stuff first to make sure it was okay, like eating unidentified berries and making the first run on super steep hills while sledding. We biked all day, ate wild honeysuckle, painted the house with mud, and collected cicada shells for no reason other than they stick to fabric and freaked my mom out.

I quickly realized that even little legs can get you as far as a car can, and as a young child, you really have nothing but time. My adventures were only restrained by the fact that adults do not find it acceptable for young children to explore the town on foot unaccompanied. I prematurely developed a desire to be an independent self-supporting person, so I opened a Kool-Aid/popcorn business to finance my big plans. Looking back, I would say that the only issues holding me back were my limited advertising budget and the fact that I was still too short to ride roller coasters. People just don't take you seriously when you can't go on the upside-down rides.

I was moved to Omaha in the second grade. I continued walking all over the place, exploring surrounding neighborhoods and visiting grocery stores to pick up my favorites: Goldfish, Sprite, and sugar cigarettes. I don't even think you can buy those anymore, and for the record, I never started smoking.

I never lost my hard work ethic, and I needed to increase my income to afford my new hobbies of beading and Polaroid photography. At the age of ten I mailed in a response to an advertisement for paper delivery routes without discussing the issue with my family. Sometimes you need to take matters into your own hands when people don't share you vision. The people at the Omaha World Herald must have had a good feeling about me becuase they contacted my parents to tell them that they wanted to hire me but would feel better if there was an older family member onboard. I still wonder if Allie holds any resentment toward me for pulling her into the labor force when she was only twelve.

In third grade, I followed Allie's lead and began taking dance classes at Mary Lorraine's Dance Center. For the next eleven years it became "what I did." Nowadays, I train more like an athlete, but I will always move like a dancer, and being in a studio will always feel like home.

After high school I relocated again (this time of my own volition) to study "everything" in the College of Business Administration at the University of Nebraska - Lincoln. I acquired a degree in marketing and finance that I may use someday. More importantly, I became a close friend and Alpha Phi sister with a cross country runner who easily persuaded me to train for the 2005 Lincoln half-marathon. I have been running ever since. In April 2011 I developed plantar fasciitis after jumping into an intense 50-70 mile/week schedule. This is the first athletic injury in my life. Although it has been indescribably frustrating both physically and emotionally, the silver lining is my increased receptivity to more variety in fitness disciplines.

I enjoy Pilates, yoga, enjoy Zumba, plyometric interval training, running, walking, and seeing how quickly I can run up stairs without losing my lunch. When I am too exhausted to move, I read and write. I love fiction, non-fiction, cookbooks, poetry, philosophy, song lyrics, and comedy. I have been writing for as long as I can remember. I love spell check, and felt tip pens.

I am happy and optimistic most of the time. I enjoy living simply and deeply. I hope you enjoy what I have to share.







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