Guys, fitnessandfroyo became a thing SIX years ago. I had
just started my sophomore year of college, and I distinctly remember sitting at
the front desk of Scottish Rite Dormitory, working my two-and-a-half hour
weekend shift when I decided to stop thinking about starting a blog and
just do the dang thing.
If you guys know me at all, or at least have been
reading this blog for any number of years, you know that fitness is my thing. Or,
at least it’s one of my things. I’m extremely passionate about living an active
and healthy lifestyle, and after consuming a number of healthy living blogs, I
decided to start my own as a way to share my passion with the four total
readers I probably had when this blog made its way out into the Interwebs. Actually,
fitnessandfroyo started out as a way for me to share workouts and recipes, and
occasionally an update on the life of a college student living in Austin. Well,
it has since transformed into more of a record of my life – and this blog has seen me through college and my college graduation, adventures abroad, living with nine girls, the beginning (and end) of a long-term relationship, the start of my career (adulting, am I right?), three volleyball seasons, a number of half marathons, my first full marathon, the sweetest puppy addition, life in Austin, life in Houston, victories, failures, and everything inbetween.
It may seem self-centered to some, and sure, I’ll give you
that, but I have so enjoyed being able to look back at this seemingly
transformative time in my life. It’s fun to see how I’ve changed, and also
where I’ve stayed the same. And while blogging has never been number one on my
priority list, and there was even a time when I thought I was done with it
forever, I always seem to find my way back. Writing is often how I deal with
and process major life happenings, and that’s exactly what I’m here to do.
ANYWAY, in the back of my mind I knew I wanted to post on
the six-year anniversary of F&F. I missed celebrating five years because #volleyball,
but I also have another reason for posting. A reason I would be very surprised
to learn that you had heard nothing about: Hurricane Harvey. The storm that
devastated quite a bit of our great state of Texas. And if I’m being honest, I’ve
tried extremely hard to come up with the right words to express the impact this
Hurricane has had, but I can’t. I’ll try my best, but I’m sure I’ll leave much to be desired.
I’m going to go ahead and assume that you have seen at least
some coverage of Hurricane Harvey.
You couldn’t turn on the television without seeing coverage, and you certainly
couldn’t check social media without getting the latest update. I think I’ve
stared at my phone more in the last week than I ever have, but social media was
so incredibly helpful in keeping up-to-date with the storm. That being said, I’m
not going to give you a play-by-play.
I will tell you that I initially brushed off the first
mention of the storm when I was walking into a district training at an
alternate campus. I was walking in with a teacher from Westbury High School,
and we were talking about how ready we were for students to be back on campus.
He then said something along the lines of, “Well, I doubt we’ll even have school
on Monday.” To which I responded, “What?” And he proceeded to tell me about
this storm that was brewing in the gulf. I didn’t think much of it, because
typically when we make a big deal about the weather, nothing really happens. My
dad later texted me and told me to make sure I didn’t park my car on my street
this weekend, as we were supposed to experience some flooding. Later that night
I was texting with a few friends and they convinced me to rush out of my
apartment at 10:30pm (Yes, me, out of my apartment at 10:30pm. That’s when you
know it’s real.) to the nearest grocery store to stock up on food and water for
this storm. We didn’t yet know it was a hurricane.
Well, Harvey started picking up speed, going from a tropical
storm to a category 4 hurricane seemingly overnight. The first day of school
was canceled (okay, postponed), my volleyball tournament and all regular season
games were canceled until what we originally thought would be Tuesday, and all
HISD employees were forced out of the building by 10:30am Friday morning.
Well, the rain really picked up Saturday evening, and then it didn’t stop for the next four days.
FOUR DAYS. Catastrophic flooding. 51.88 inches. More than 20 TRILLION gallons.
185,000 damaged or destroyed homes. And I could go on and on and on. The
numbers are staggering. But I don’t want to talk about that. You have likely
seen the stats, and you likely know that the country has never seen quite anything
like this before.
I truly don’t have words for the devastation I have now seen
firsthand. I feel a little bit guilty that my apartment was almost like nothing
ever happened. Safe, dry, and I never even lost water or electricity. Other
parts of my neighborhood weren’t quite as lucky, nor were my parents, but I
honestly don’t think you could drive through any part of Houston without seeing remnants of the destruction
Harvey brought. Homes, businesses, schools. Some homes are total losses, some
schools and businesses are closed indefinitely, and many are facing months and
months of repair. Neighborhoods that had never
experienced flooding were underwater. Bayous were overflowing right and left and
you simply couldn’t get anywhere in this city unless it was by boat. In fact, boats
became the most common mode of transportation for a few days. My dad thinks it
will take at least ten years for this city to go back to its pre-Harvey state,
and I don’t doubt it.
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| My favorite running path |
But what I think has been the most incredible thing of all –
if anything positive has come out of
this tragedy – is seeing the way people have come together to help, serve, and
love one another. Seriously. I don’t think this country has ever faced more
turmoil than it has in the last year or so – at least in my 25 years. Tensions
were high, comments were nasty, and it seems as though we were more divided
than ever. I say “were” because I really don’t think it’s like that anymore. Before
the rain ever stopped, people were out there weathering the storm. Saving
family members, neighbors, pets, complete strangers. Our first responders worked
around the clock without so much as a break or a complaint.
Volunteers at some
of the major shelters were TURNED AWAY because there are more than enough,
which just speaks volumes to the spirit of this city. Donations have been
pouring in from all over the country.
You can’t drive down a street in this
city without seeing large groups of people helping friends and neighbors carry
out furniture or tear out drywall. Meals are being cooked and delivered.
Laundry is being done. And the best part of it all is that there’s no “us” or “them”
here. We’re ALL in it together – regardless of race, religion, or political status.
Houston is the most ethnically
diverse city in this country, and we have shown solidarity through it all.
My
heart broke multiple times seeing what weather was able to do to my beloved city, but
my heart also swelled knowing that I get to share this city with such
incredible people who are more than willing to go the extra mile. My faith in
humanity has been restored, and though Houston is down, we’re definitely not
out. In fact, I think there’s more reason to have hope than there ever has been
before.
We’ve got a L O N G road ahead of us in terms of recovery
and rebuilding. It’s definitely going to be a marathon, not a sprint. But there’s not a
doubt in my mind that we will rebuild even stronger than before. And while we’re
at it, we’ll show the rest of the country how it’s done. I won’t lie and say
that I’m not nervous to stand in front of my newest crop of students (hopefully)
next week, many of whom have experienced three rounds of this devastation in three years.
Quite a few of them had some sort of damage to their homes, and some of them
lost everything. I don't know the right words to say. It’s going to take time, care, empathy, patience, gentleness,
warmth, routine, positivity, and a whole lot more as we move forward from here.
But the sun has shown its face and I have so much hope as we all move forward together.
Whew! If you’ve made it this far, I salute you. And though I
absolutely CRINGE at the thought of anyone reading My First Post, I have to
reward you with the post that started it all. Unsurprisingly, not much has
changed. I do, however, prefer football to baseball (but no one even mention the latest Longhorn loss),
volleyball is obviously still a part of my life (coaching and a little bit of playing!),
and while I may not be working at Stratford, I’m doing
exactly what I thought I would be doing, precisely where I’m supposed to be. I’m
still running, tardiness will always be my biggest pet peeve, and I’m watching
Harry Potter as I type this post.
And if you are still reading, and feel compelled to give to
one of the MANY relief efforts out there, here are a few that I personally would recommend:
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| Beltway 8 at Memorial as of Saturday evening (Source) |
This list is just a few of the plethora of ways to help our beloved
city, and I’m sure many of you have already helped in some way, shape, or form.
But like I said earlier, this is a marathon, not a sprint, and it’s going to
require a lot more than just a week or two of volunteering and giving. Much
love to you ALL! Thanks for reading this little blog of mine. Your sweet feedback truly means the world to me.
