There is a friend in my life that has, in the last month or so, become more than my friend. I’m silly-happy. It’s really nice and I just have this weird lovely warm feeling in my gut that hasn’t been there in a long time. It’s really nice.
October, 2013 - November, 2013
Love my second home.
I live in my favorite city. (In the US)
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It was nippy and bright in Louisville this morning. It made me miss walking around Back Bay, to and from work and school in the cold. Those walks burned my cheeks but I loved them.
This happens to me every year during our industry cycle. Someone pops up and asks me if I want to work in New York. Is there anything you can say to help me figure out where I stand? I don’t know what my priorities should be because I feel triumphant or fucked either way I think about it. For…
THIS THIS THIS. All of this. Everyday.
Last night, after a quick rest and a long shower, I went over to my friend Laura’s house in pajamas. We made soup with popcorn and watched the 40 Year Old Virgin. I went to bed at 9:45PM.
I NEED TO BE DOING THIS MORE OFTEN I FEEL SO GOOD
And I think it’s pretty cool and exciting.
It’s funny how your attitude about certain things changes over time. In 1999 I cried and begged my mom to let me skip the one mile run. I think I walked the whole thing and it took me fifteen minutes. In middle school soccer I always volunteered to be goalie because it didn’t involve any running. Yesterday I ran (and I really did run save for two pee breaks) 26 miles. I’m really proud of myself. And I’m excited to train for another!
OKAY BACK TO NORMAL NETFLIX BINGING, CHOCOLATE CONSUMPTION, AND OVER-THINKING EVERYTHING
Because sometimes the former takes precedence.
This week and the past week have been strange. I am really exhausted. I feel stiff and groggy. I think this is part of the whole “tapering” thing involved with marathon training (or so my google searches have told me). It’s a little disheartening given my race is on Saturday. I went for my second to last run earlier today and I felt pretty good. I’m trying not to think about it too much before I have to.
Dad is flying in tomorrow night. I am really glad he will be here to cheer me on. There is nothing quite so depressing as finishing a race and having no one to hug at the end. I’ve done it before; you find yourself scanning the crowd like an airport terminal and everyone’s eyes are lighting up but yours. I’m psyched he will be here!
I still have no idea what I’m doing/where I’m going/how I can make enough money to support myself so I’ve decided to throw my hat into every ring possible. Until I have some kind of job offer there is no decision to be made so, no use stressing out over nothing. It’s kind of fun to be sending my resume all over the place.
I don’t get to go home for Thanksgiving. This is a gigantic bummer because it’s my favorite holiday. Luckily, I already have a couple gracious Thanksgiving invitations from my extended Kentucky family. I will not go pumpkin-pie-less.