For one reason or another, I’ve had The Pursuit of Happiness on my mind lately. You know, the movie with Will Smith? If you asked me why I couldn’t tell you. Maybe it’s because I’ve felt a little beaten down by all of the stress this past week. Or maybe it’s because I’m a poor college student looking for a job. In either case, I woke up this morning with a sense of clarity I hadn’t had all week. Oddly enough, scenes from from the same movie kept playing over and over in my head. Except this time, the scene I kept seeing was the very last in the movie. The part where Will Smith (or “Chris Gardner” as it were) narrates: “This part of my life… This part right here? This part is called happiness.”
For anybody who is curious, my flight test went well yesterday. I passed! I can tell I’m getting closer to becoming an instructor because although the examiner didn’t have many critiques for me, I spent the whole drive home critiquing my own performance. The curse of a perfectionist, I suppose. The next step will be an checkride with the FAA this coming week, but I’m going to take it one day at a time.
I apologize for the radio silence yesterday, although I must admit, except for a quick hour at work and my flight test, not too much happened. I finished up at the airport about 5:30 yesterday evening. We were delayed due to extensive ice on our scheduled plane. After half an hour of literally pouring on de-icing fluid and hacking at it with a squeegee, we were forced to relent. Mother Nature: 1, Zach: 0. After successfully passing my End of Course examination, The Fiancée and I packed up The Golden and headed south to Oklahoma City. We came home to spend some time with both sides of the family. It’s always nice to come home.
This morning The Fiancée and I tackled a new route: Lake Overholser (or for the 18 and under crowd: Lake Hold-her-closer. Take what you will from that.). This was her farthest run to date, completing 6.5 miles in about 1 hour and 15 minutes. It was cold morning (windchill around 15°F), but with almost no wind. What a great morning to run!
This is an old part of Route 66 that you run on the north side of the lake.
She was bringing it on. I felt like I was getting some speed work in trying to catch up to her after stopping to take pictures.
About 3 miles in, we ran by some llamas. Or are they alpacas? I don’t know the difference.
Here’s The Fiancée standing (semi) victorious.
As we walked across the dam after our run, I spotted these weird ice formations. Any clue what causes these?
Finally, we made it all the way around the lake and back to the car. The clouds had cleared and I couldn’t help but think to myself “this part of my life… This part right here? This part is called happiness.”