Barbara, who used to go sailing with us in high school, and I met Matt for lunch the day after I arrived in California. We sat outside (you can do that in California in July without roasting!) - the most amazing thing to me is that we just picked up and started talking like no time had passed. It was the best lunch...although lunch was the last thing on our minds - in fact, after the waitress came back for the third time to take our order (and we still hadn't cracked open our menus), she jokingly threatened to order for us! Too funny - she was really sweet considering we stayed at the table for a couple of hours. I cannot express enough how glad I am that I stepped outside of my shell and not only made contact with Matt, but was honest about where I had been in my life. This confidence, and the (somewhat) self-assuredness that has come with it is a direct result of my losing weight, working out, and discovering that I AM capable of doing so much more than I ever would have realized. I'm beating myself up less and less these days - the fat guilt is slowly going away.
So to give you an idea of who we were back then, here's a few pictures:
The younger set of sailing club kids at Pinecrest - I'm on the end in the striped shirt (because my shoulders were always getting sunburned); Matt is the one either making a muscle or about to pound his brother next to him (and my brother is in front of Matt in the orange trunks). We were around 10 years old at the time.SuperMatt around age 14 - we are still debating where this picture was taken (I'm leaning toward New Brighton).Me around 14 years old - camping at New Brighton. Still having to wear a t-shirt because of the sunburned shoulders!
And here we are about ten days ago:
Not much has changed, right? Right??? I think this is a great picture, but when I look at it I still see the kids we were.
The nice thing about having a body that is capable of moving in comfort again is that we made plans to revisit one of the campgrounds - New Brighton State Beach - that our families used to camp at. I knew I could walk all over and be fine. The old me, even if I would have had the nerve to meet up with an old friend, would have had lunch and that's it...no way in hell would I have made plans to do things like walking! Down a trail! On the beach! Too much for the old Shelley...but the 2010 version did just fine. As it turns out, Barbara's family used to camp at New Brighton as well, so it was really fun reminiscing together and seeing what had changed (When did the pine trees appear? All I remember were the eucalyptus trees!), what was smaller now that we were grown ups, and remembering what slightly dangerous things we attempted while kids (the giant tree teeter-totter comes to mind).
After we were through with the campground, we walked down the trail to the beach, kicked off our shoes, and walked probably another mile and a half to Seacliff. I started collecting seashells and with Barbara and Matt's help, amassed this little collection that I have sitting on my desk:
Nearing Seacliff - Capitola is in the background, which is where we ended our Wharf to Wharf race. Barbara and I continued on to the road, while Matt ran back on the beach to pick up his van and meet back up with Barbara and I to go get some lunch.
We went to a shopping center in Aptos where we all could choose whatever we wanted to eat and meet up at the picnic tables in the middle. Matt and I chose hamburgers, and I swear, this was the best burger I've ever had:
I ate every bite of the burger and about a third of the fries - this has spoiled all future burgers for me now. Aptos Burger Company, I will be returning!
Barbara, having just attained her "free" status at Weight Watchers, got a salad:
At the top of the picture are Matt's hands making a halo over her head because she was being so good with her lunch!
So apparently after our beach cliff run, Matt was impressed enough by Ricky Bobby (and really, who wouldn't be?) that he bought his own Garmin...he normally is a trail runner, so it will be nice for him to see all the stats as he tries to avoid the mountain lions (run fast, Matt!). Naturally, I had to have him send me a picture:
Matt and Danica (lol!). One of these days Ricky Bobby and Danica (Patrick, the race car driver) will have to run together. In the meantime, click here to see the end of Matt's first run with Danica...and I'll leave it up to y'all to decide if he's really *that* fast.