A Day At Great American Ball Park.

As I briefly stated yesterday, our corporate offices surprised us with a day out to the Cincinnati Reds game. It was such a surprised that no one expected, and with me being an intern, I was beside myself. I was so happy, I felt like a little kid going on my first fieldtrip ever! Getting paid to leave our office and spend the remainder of the day at a Reds game...uhhh THANK YOU! We were given 2 drinks of our choice before boarding the buses to head for downtown, along with our tickets and 2 free drink vouchers. Once we arrived, we found our designated area that was pretty much secluded for just our staff. Food and soft drinks were provided for us and there was an open bar to accommodate our needs throughout the game. It was such a treat to be able to leave the office and enjoy the day. Words cannot express how thankful I am for the opportunity, everything was so highly appreciated. 

Winning

So, I just wanted to share with you all that our corporate offices have been trying to seal the deal with the Reds and we finalized it today. And since we completed it...

WE ARE GONG TO THE REDS GAME FOR THE DAY!

HP Workout Is Awesome.

HP WORKOUT

Awkward:

Online shopping while at work.

Making a shot book.

How much I love watching Dance Moms no matter how terrible of a concept it may be.

When people find out my favorite animal is a Whooly Mammoth.

My background at work.

Being so sore from workouts that you moan any time you bend over. Also, it takes you a mere 15 seconds to bend over and then stand back up.

How often I have to pee at work. I should just move my desk into the bathroom. Goodness I drink a lot of water.

Calling someone by the wrong name

Not being able to kick a soccer ball. It's been a rough week.

Accidentally sending the wrong number for a potential client to a colleague. Oops.

Having a guy trainer, who played in the NFL. He is big and scary.

Speaking of my trainer, I workout with him at 6:30AM, so I obviously look my utmost best.

Awesome:

This upcoming weekend. I get to see my best friends down in Kentucky; it has been too long. 21 BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION!

Making a shot book. (yep, it holds the awk/awsm double standard).

Feeling in shape.

And getting in shape with HP

Retail therapy.

My brother getting a job at Kroger and hooking me up with fuel points.

Gifts from bests.

Losing 5 pounds. Only 10 more to go until I reach my goal.

Sushi. Need I say more?

Actually yes I do need to elaborate on that, mango sushi roll. OHEMGEE! Love at first bite.

Fruit. Mango, peaches, strawberries, and grapefruit especially.

Learning so much from the graphic designer I am working with. I want to be just like her when I grow up.

Lumineers on Pandora radio.

SHAVED ICE! Holy shit.

We Are Young.

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I often wish that I could forever be at one age. Quite frequently I want to go back in time so that I could be a kid again, having no responsibilities, no job, and not worrying about anything but running out of Lisa Frank pencils. Gah! Lisa Frank, she is was the bomb. Summertime felt like it came around every decade and it was a time of pure bliss. Summer when I was little was the best time of my life and it was something I looked forward to every year. I suppose that I still look forward to summer break coming around, but it is not even near to the same thing. Now a days I pray just to make it to summer break because that means I survived yet again another semester of exams. Then once the dream of a perfect, lazy summer wears off, I am brought back to reality. I begin working what feels like countless hours in an office and any free time I do have, I am completing workout regiments and soccer drills to get ready for the season come fall. I have grown up, and I don't like it. My day consists of working, working out, eating, and sleeping. I no longer have absolute fun like I used to. I would give anything to go back to the summer of my freshman year of high school. I was rebellious, wild, free, and eager to grow up. What was I thinking? I didn't really have a summer job then, unless you count babysitting. I was able to do whatever I wanted. I could stay out late, sleep into the afternoon, lay by the pool, sneak out, party, and do other crazy things that kids like me do. Summer then was perfection, it was ideal. Now, I dread the mornings because they lead me nowhere but to work.

Then sometimes I just say to myself, fuck it. Sorry to those who may be offended by that. But seriously, fuck it. Fuck going to work early, fuck soccer training, and fuck doing nothing at night because of my day in the office. I am still a young kid, but I am acting like I am married with kids. I need to let loose and have a little fun, just like I used to before the word "responsibility" really set in. The crazy shit that I have done, those are the best memories and I want to make more of them. I want to be out late for nights on end, I want to show up to work in the morning with a hangover, I want to lay by the pool all day long, I want to drive back roads late at night while listing to my music a little too loud. I want to be untamed and free. I mean, I am a kid; it's my time to do it.

Oh. And yeah, I am writing this while sitting in my desk at work.

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I Run.

I run to lose,
I run to gain.
I run to be alone,
I run to be with others.
I run to think about everything,
I run to put the past behind.
I run to be fierce,
I run to be in shape.
I run for sanity,
I run for happiness.
I run to be limitless,
I run to push myself.
I run to get faster,
I run to be stronger.
I run to explore new places,
I run to be outside.

I run to sweat,

I run for the shower after.
I run to ease my mind,
I run to leave thoughts behind.
I run to compete with others,
I run to test myself.
I run to get away,
I run to clear my head.
I run for that late night desert,
I run to be healthy.
I run to break in new shoes,
I run to wear out the old ones.
I run to feel the pain,
I run to feel the numbness.
I run to reach more distances,
I run to set new goals.
I run to embrace the silence,
I run to listen.
I run to feel alive,
I run because I can.

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Upstream Without A Paddle.

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I am sitting here at work, trying to get in a little blog time. I consider my blog time as like some who take smoke breaks. This is my smoke break, welcome to the smoking room. Anyways, I am want to inform you all that this is my only way of communication internet wise. Yes, I still don't own a smart phone, but I don't really mind. A phone is for calling and texting and that is it...right? Okay great. Also, I practically killed my computer last night. I pretty much just curled up in the fetal position and cried myself to sleep. I am hopefully getting it fixed today, so wish me luck! Should I cross my fingers? I never can decide if I find that to be helpfully lucky or not.