Today I'm linking up with The Gypsy Mama for Five Minute Friday. Horray! I got going on something I love writing about so it's a bit more than five minutes...opps.
The first thing I think of when I think of "grit" is Quaker Instant Grits. Sophomore year of college and warming them up in my dorm hall microwave after a tennis practice or match, long after the dining hall had closed. I think of my sweet roommate that year, who lovingly associated me with "grits and raisins" for the longest time after that time, because I think those were some of my staple after-hour foods that year, along with soup and peanut butter sandwiches. I remember what a blessing it was to feel accepted in the world of little dorm rooms in a time of my life that I am sure was a little chaotic, a little "gritty," if you will. Despite the fun and challenge of tennis, I remember feeling like I was constantly balancing my "regular" life with tennis life. What sticks out most are the 6 a.m. workouts, and for those who know me, they will not be surprised that I literally fell out of bed and into the weight room or tred mill at that hour (it is a wonder I didn't fall off:) ). It's nice to look back on this time though, something I don't think about much. I think about the time with my friends but until just recently, I haven't thought about my tennis days much. The workouts, the competition, the balancing act, just the love of the game- all of it had felt so foreign to me these past years since even though I know it's in there....=)