Coming out of hibernation

Well I’ve been meaning to blog for weeks now. I had a post about St. Patricks Day when it was so gorgeous and a drunk boy raced me for ½ a block. I had a few posts about running outside and my love of warm sunlight on my skin. I had more posts about how my sneakers (yup the same ones since September ie the ones I wore for my marathon in Oct and my ½ marathon in February and the months of training surrounding those days) totally shit the bed and knocked me out of commission for 2 weeks with a horrible knee injury that made walking a bit of a struggle. I even had a cute little post about how the photog in all of his amazingness got me new running shoes last weekend as an early bday present (yup I turn 24 on Sunday, scary). But I just haven’t been able to post.

The problem is not the running (although it hasn’t been all that productive or frequent), and it’s not the actual blogging (you know I love word vomiting all over you guys), it’s just that life has be a bit volatile for me lately. As Sarah mentioned there have been a lot of life changes going on. I’m not sure I’m ready to disclose just yet, but let’s just say that the treadmill broke - it’s done, gone and over. And although in real people life I should be upset (the treadmill helped me maintain my standard of living), I’m kinda relieved. Although, now I have no idea where to go.

It’s not just about my life either, I seriously can’t decide where I want to run ever (its weird how workouts reflect other parts of live). I have been unable to pick a run and stick to it. I map about 4 different versions and get run ADD and mix em all together. In life I come up with new “plans” daily. I’m now obsessed with finding what makes me happy and when push comes to shove it’s wandering without a plan or direction that makes me feel most at ease. I guess I’m now just obsessed about going places after so much time of standing still that now I’m just going anywhere and everywhere and finding it amazing.

But things will change as they always do. Hopefully if I start structuring my running, my life will follow. Although this morning I woke up with yet another sore knee so perhaps we’ll have to put this all on hold til Tuesday (Monday is a holiday in Boston for the MARATHON). So yes, after I reemerge from my drunken birthday weekend/Marathon Monday, I plan to get more serious about life, as a strong, confident 24 year old with a purpose. Until then, I plan to sit in the yellow chair in my living room and watch daytime TV.

PEACE OUT HOMESLICES AND HAPPY MARATHON MONDAY!!