A thousand miles.

Daydream Believer...

I would walk a thousand miles--if I could just see you--tonight.

The day broke today at 6AM, I awoke to the sound of my alarm several times as I kept pushing the snooze button hoping to get away with just a couple more moments of shut eye. I finally arose out of bed, threw on my khakis and golf shirt, I walked down to the kitchen, quickly ate my breakfast and ran out the door. The time was 7:15 am. I pulled into the parking lot, turned the key, grabbed by bag, locked the car, and walked down the road to the Turf Care Center. I punched in, threw my stuff in a locker--locked it up and read the board for my duties.

Alex: HR Bunkers--Cart #12.

Thought to Self: I remember Cart #12...it's the slow one...darn.

Sidenote: The workers golf carts have been..."modified" to go...well...faster :) As I was informed, a few carts have not had this improvement as they are used for pulling the mowers for the greens. Cart #12 was assigned to bunkers...and shouldn't have been.

Moving along...

I searched the board for my partner, I searched and I saw his name. Happy to know that I was working with Ryan, I grabbed the equipment and fueled the cart. The morning went on with pleasant conversation--I will miss these people when summer comes to an end. Later on, Tyson on the Sandpro and I were trying to figure out where we knew eachother from. We both recognized eachother but we just couldn't place it--we came close to 'finding' this missing piece, but alas no luck.

Work was cut short today, Brandon and I punched out early to go play for the Glencoe Club Slowpitch Team. Yes. Baseball. I have not played baseball since...well, I was probably four feet high so the experience as you can imagine was--interesting. Good news? I didn't humiliate myself by striking out! I did however wipe out once and slide into the splitz to be safe on a base. The damage? Ripped jeans and gravel that had to be removed from my hands with tweezers. Eww. Oh well, as I told someone on the team--a game isn't fun unless it's dirty.

Note: It wasn't till after I said that--that I realized how many ways that could be taken. My bad.

I then went from there to coaching. The day was too busy. By the time I finally got home I was exhausted. I jumped in the shower, put on some pj pants and a sports shirt and enjoyed the quietness of my room.

Sadly is is almost ten, and I must get some rest. I must condition myself because work is moving towards 6am mornings--meaning I am up at...well...4:30am.

That smile...I keep seeing it everywhere I look...