Three weeks ago I started running (or aiming to run) 20 miles a week in order to train to go on an 8 mile run with my friend Kellen.  The first week I ran 16 miles, the second week I ran 12 miles, and last week I didn’t run at all…..Now, all week long, I was really tired and getting ready for the holiday.  Each day I came home and reasoned with myself about how tired I was, and how I would feel better if I just didn’t go. And I did feel good, but this week, having ran almost 9 miles already, I feel even better.  There is something that feels so good about just making yourself do something that is good for you whether you feel like it or not. It’s that sense of accomplishment that is so refreshing.

It’s kind of a funny thing that there are so many things everyone is capable of doing, but the only thing holding most of us back is ourselves. All you really have to do is just make a choice to do something, and not make excuses not to do it. That’s it. There are few other obstacles from the outside that inhibit us from what we really want.

so this is what I will look like, later.

So, I had another episode today. A man came into the bank, and I called him up to my window, he walked forcefully up, with a paper hi-school pharmacy bag in one hand, and a piece of paper in the other, and handed me the paper without saying a word. I had that same feeling that I had the other day with jokester. For a split second I really thought he was going to rob me. I think because when we were training we learned that more often than not, when a bank gets robbed, it usually happens by the robber handing a teller a note telling them to give all their money, and in the training video I watched, they had a dramatization, and the man in it had a paper bag that he handed to the teller along with the note.

But, turns out he was just a regular guy named steve wearing a coat with marc embroidered on it.

Figures.

So, today started out like every other day, well, except I woke up kind of grumpy, but that’s just because I was tired, and not looking forward to a dumb, busy, saturday.
So here are the strange things that happened today:

*I had a dream last night that I stole $50,000 from my bank. Like, I just tucked it in my pocket, and walked out with it. What was funny too is that it was just  a small little bundle, when really, if I actually had 50k in bills, even in hundreds, that would be a lot, 500 bills, which is a ton. When I got out of the bank, I didn’t even intend on spending it, and was debating whether or not I was going to keep it.  But I didn’t even think of how I could spend it, it was as if it wasn’t worth anything. But, that’s how money is when you work at a bank, it becomes like something that has no value to you, it’s just like coupons or something, only you get in big trouble if you are missing it….unless, of course, you are a clepto.

*A man, probably my dad’s age, a little scraggly, and kind of a sketchy character, the kind you would think has committed a few crimes, came in, and I asked him how I could help him, and one of the first things that came out of his mouth was “well, I’d like to have all of your money” and right when he said that, my blood rushed to my head, and my heart dropped into my feet and I thought to myself “this guy is going to rob me”. Scared the living sh** out of me.  But then he went on and he was just a jokester, and he was telling me all of these brain teasers and jokes, and inbetween asking me how old i am, if I have children, and telling me about my beautiful hair and eyes. Yeah, a first class creeep. Freaked me out, especially the whole wanting my money thing. You can’t JOKE about that at A BANK, that’s like SAYING BOMB IN AN AIRPORT.

*I helped a man today with 6 fingers on his right hand. Not a nub, but a finger, portruding out of his right thumb, much like a cactus branch. Uggg….yick.

*A lady came through the drive-through named Kelly Kelly, but the even stranger thing is that there is a customer at the buckle named Kelly Kelly, but they are two different people. coincidence? I think not.

*Then, there was this crazy girl, as we were closing up shop, who was standing outside of her car, with no one around, dancing like a maniac. Pumping her fists, shaking her booty, and all sorts of other crazy dance moves, like she was in the middle of a club with loud music going, but she was in the middle of our empty parking lot, with no one around. This went on for minutes.
I don’t know….