There have been several calls via social media and the like for 30 day writing challenges, and since this space has been largely neglected I thought I’d give it a stab. Even though I constantly narrate my life via running (mostly in my head), I haven’t quite cultivated writing as a habit. Sometimes it’s not easy to find an entry point, though not writing certainly is not one. So, I’m letting a poke from someone else be my entry point. Otherwise, every intermittent post here would be about where I’ve been and why I haven’t been writing, and while I’m sure that would make for some riveting entertainment (or not), I think we have more important things to talk about, namely running.
I thought I’d try this whole writing thing again. Despite my absence in the blog world, I have been quite prolific elsewhere, namely email and my training log. I mean…those count, right? I probably could have started this post with a smidge more flare. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” No? Perhaps I’ll just jump into a summary of what’s been going on instead.
July comes to an end. I feel like I had the opportunity to be fully in the glory that is summer this past month, and for that I am very grateful. Of course there was my beloved lakeside weekend, but also a 5K, lots of time (sweating) on my front porch, plenty of sun soaked runs, and the general happiness that comes with long, bright days. I’m am appreciating them more and more as the sun seems to be greeting me a little later each morning on my runs.
I’m on the tail end of a long weekend spent lakeside, and, man, I have officially found my happy place. I’ve always known that I’m a beach/water gal, and growing up in Maryland meant a lot of time at the beach. Despite the fact that I’ve been in the Midwest for, yikes, almost seven years now, this was my first bona fide lake experience. Verdict: amazing.
After being bone tired yesterday, like barely able to walk home tired, I accomplished my two main goals for last night and this morning: 1) sit on couch and enjoy my ongoing Gilmore Girls reunion; and 2) go to bed early and sleep the fuck in. I’m happy to report I stayed awake for two full episodes with the Lorelais, not to mention that one of these was probably my favorite episode, and then I went to bed and slept like a rock until 7 o’clock this morning (minus waking up once to sneeze). In case you’re dying to know, the Gilmore Girls episode that is at the top of my best-of list, is season four, episode 20, the one where Luke adorably buys self-help material to address his relationship hang-ups, post divorce from the very forgettable Nicole, and then finally asks Lorelai out. (Don’t be nervous, my fandom does not include a mental catalog of all episodes. I looked it up via everyone’s favorite knowledge machine, the internet.) We know Luke is in the middle of a renaissance, Lorelai doesn’t. We know he has just officially asked her out out, she doesn’t. It’s like Christmas, really. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, jump on Netflix now and binge watch until you catch up. You will not regret it. It’s an intelligent, watchable show, and I can vouch for its staying power. It’s been just as good the second time around as it was the first. File it under “recovery time” and you’re good to go.
Finally…it’s Friday. What can I tell you about my week? Lately I have been enjoying the really, really simple moments of my day; a perfect cup of coffee, listening to music while walking the dogs, finally feeling the sun after a week of rainy grey skies. I have been feeling oddly excited this week. Things are coming together for me at work, but more importantly my running plans for the next few months are taking shape. I think it’s also partly seasonal. I love these early spring to summer months when you can start to enjoy the sun and stop worrying about weather or not you’ll be warm enough when you step outside, and stop thinking about socks as a part of your daily attire. Sometimes it’s even tempting to want to go barefoot, except that I usually have this thought about 3 seconds before looking down and spying a broken beer bottle in the grass. (Just one of the many perks of living in a college town.)
When the temperatures do a nosedive in mid-May, what else is there to do but dig out your electric blanket and curl up with coffee/tea, dogs, and books? (Okay, there may have been some TV in there too.) While I do appreciate a cool, but not finger-numbingly cold run, I’m also ready to dig out my shorts and tank tops, which is to say that I was less enthused to pull out my fleece this weekend. After my cool morning runs, I gave into the craving to hibernate.
This week has been amazingly quiet and lazy, in all the ways a post-race week should be. I slept in, I propped my feet up. I ate, I watched TV. I am feeling well-rested in a way I haven’t in quite awhile. I ended up taking four full days off running, finally deciding to go for an easy five mile shake out yesterday morning. Nothing fancy, just me and my music with the first hints of sunlight. No real soreness, no weird aches or pains. I was a little sluggish, but mostly because I had all too quickly to that whole sleeping in thing.