Better late then never

Remember that scene from Sleepless in Seattle when Meg Ryan wants to write the letter to Sam and she starts it out, "I have never written a letter like this before in my life!" and then her friend says, "Everyone starts out their letters to strangers like that."

Well, I wrote a letter like that today.

I wrote in my 100 things post about my gymnastics coach Jack. Well, I've been thinking a lot about that time in my life lately with the Olympics being on. Nastia Luikin reminds me of me. Not that I was ever, ever, EVER that good. Not that I would have been that good. But her high forhead, her long legs, her body type reminds me that I looked like that for a brief time (I still have the forehead, thank you very much.) So today, I googled Jack and found his gym in Arizona.

I found an email address. And I emailed him.

It was totally dorky. I put everything I could think that I would want to say to him in that email. I don't know if he will get it, but some of the things that I said have been bumping around in my brain for almost 20 years. I figured since I the opportunity, as sappy and dorky and whatever all else it may be, I should put it all in and send it off and not carry it around anymore. I even apologized for the whole ankle wrapping thing (blogiversary, #10.) He probably won't read it. It's even more likely that he'll never respond, because why would he ever remember me? But I knew I had the chance, so I took it.

It felt awesome. Nothing like getting a 20-year-old overdue thank-you card in the mail. I can cross that one off my list.