coming soon…but in the mean time i’ll just keep this story post up here..
Growing up I never really had any nicknames and I felt deprived of some secret club of people with nicknames. Then I went away to college and the secret club of nicknames still existed! AKA the world of Ultimate Frisbee. I still meet people to this day, two years after graduating college, that have a frisbee name with some grand, crazy story and their real names remain a mystery. Me, I never belonged to any sports teams, I don’t think I even went to the gym on campus more that 10 times in my 4 year program. But, somehow I ended up with some interesting nicknames. Lo, Gimpy, and Stinky. Lovely right? Well at least one is normal! :)
I’ll start with Stinky since it is the most recent and a fairly short story. But first let me explain a little about myself. I am an extremely gullible person and I tend to be an easy target for teasing. It is never mean hearted, I just tend to get worked up and people get the reaction they want out of me. I squeal, I laugh, I fall to the floor if I’m being tickled. Just stuff like that. In May during my first real camping trip, I decided I was going to shower. Yes wet hair and 30 degree nights in yosemite might not have been the best idea, but I like to be clean! So I told everyone they were going to be stinky and I wasn’t because I was going to go shower. And, well, since apparently people don’t shower camping, I seemed a bit crazy I guess. So after that I decided I wouldn’t shower the next day because it was just too cold, and then guess who started being called stinky. Well me, of course! And of course as soon as I started being called stinky I stomp my feet in despair and tell them all they are double stinky. But somehow Stinky stuck and from time to time I get a “Hey Stinky, What’s up?” and I yell babk, “I’m not Stinky, Stinky!”
Now Gimpy. Well Maria B was the maker of this one. After living with her for years and her having to deal with my brokenness it definitely fits. Now I get called it a lot, by multiple people, but again I definitely set my self up for this one! When I was in high school my parents decided they needed better insurance just because of me. I had my appendix rupture when I was a freshman and a couple months later I dislocated my knee cap. In between those two incidences I found out I have scoliosis as well. See where this is going. Needless to say my parents still have insurance for me even though I’m 23. My knee never really recovered and I have dislocated it about 5 times now. Gross right? You should have seen me hobbling around in a full leg brace, getting in and out of cars was a sight to see. Maria got to see it and hence the nickname Gimpy just happened. Since then I have definitely lived up to my name. Two years ago I ended up with a pinched nerve/slipped disc situation which still hasn’t seemed to have healed all the way, but the doctor told me I have abnormally small lower vertebrae so I guess that’s just how it goes. I am proud to say I’m a Gimpy. It’s just who I am, and although it seems crazy it kind of motivates me to try to ungimpify myself, which is why I try to eat healthy and exercise regularly. Maybe I’ll inspire others to work through problems that can’t be controlled, and learn to laugh at yourself. This is just a small scope of things and I definitely have more to say about health and doctors!
And Lo. The title of my blog, Heylo. It is kind of like hello but hey and lo combined. Hey-Lauren but shorter. Ryan calls me Lo, it’s definitely the only normal nickname I have seemed to pick up, and I love it :)
Well, I got a bit carried away didn’t I? This was supposed to be a post about running. I guess you needed to know a bit more about me to understand that running is a bit of a daunting task. I look at a treadmill and see a guillotine. Okay maybe not that extreme, but it scares me. The last time I ran a mile was probably in 7th grade, until today! I ran 1 mile in 11 and a half minutes. I survived a mile and that would have been a passing time for the middle school mile if I remember correctly (12 minutes max). My knee didn’t give out, I didn’t pass out, I didn’t throw up, and I didn’t fall off. I succeeded. Now I just have to train for a half marathon. Okay well thats more of a long term goal, but I am going to give running a real try. I will try to post my progress as time goes on. Hopefully my next mile will be a bit better, and hopefully I am not too sore tomorrow. This Gimpy is still sore from disc golf (aka throwing a frisbee on sunday).