Chris said, "Why can't we?"
And so we went! Neither of us had a test on Monday (though I do have 2 tests later this week...), and Chris only had one class on Friday so we left by 10:30. We called Kate and she said we could stay at her house, but we surprised Todd on Friday when we got there and my dad when he came to the race on Saturday (my mom was unfortunately not able to come to the race, but we are looking forward to seeing her in a few weeks for Christmas).
It was so great to see Todd. I wasn't going to see him until Christmas, and it had already been since August. It was fun to see him run too. He PR'ed in his last race and I was very proud of him!
When I saw my dad on Saturday at the race, I ran towards him to surprise him, but just as he turned and saw me, I tripped over the edge of the road and fell on my face. I scraped up both hands, my knee, my hip, and my shoulder. It was not graceful and I envied Katie's middle name - as if it would have helped instead of simply making my life ironic. It didn't matter, though; I just jumped back up and hugged my dad. I miss him a lot. I miss my whole family a lot. Nashville is lonely because there's no family here, just class.
We also saw a bunch of friends throughout the weekend - girls from the college that were part of Faith Discussions on Friday, Chris's guy friends on Saturday, Dunson UMC folks on Sunday, our favorite biology professor at the race, and even some old XC rivals of mine. It was such a wonderful weekend, the only dark spots being a single text message and saying goodbye.
Sometimes after good times like this, I find myself feeling a bit depressed when its over. Today though, I feel sort of rejuvenated. I feel re-energized from our spontaneous trip. I feel like I just might be able to make it until Dec. 17th.
