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March, Week 4
I had started mentally writing this post in my head while running out on the trails this morning, and I got so lost down some meandering thought spiral that all of a sudden I bit it, HARD.
March, Week 3
I feel like I've finally been coming up for air after the past six years (honestly probably longer) and am realizing how crispy fried I actually am. I know that I thrive in the go-go-go and constant movement (and I do, I really do) and I struggle to embrace the calm (and I do, I really do), but at some point it takes its toll.
March, Week 2
I've sat down to write this numerous times this week and just... haven't had time. It's finally 4pm on Sunday afternoon and I have been attempting to just sit for the past hour, and alas what has felt like every two minutes someone - human or canine - has required some piece of my attention. It's been a long week.
March, The Start
I blinked and it was March, and daylight savings is fast-approaching, the weather is waffling between the tail of winter and false spring, and I spotted a lone daffodil sprouting while running the other morning. It was just December - what even is time, and life is a blur.
On Running
I've run since I was a teenager; it started as a way to get in shape for upcoming field hockey preseason before freshman year (and it was a struggle), but over the years it morphed into a full-blown hobby and then an indispensable part of my daily routine. I love the physical aspect of it - there is no greater high for me than cruising down a trail at sunrise or sunset, feeling the inertia of downward motion against a rainbow sky. While most runs are ordinary and blur together, the ones that truly stand out are the ones where other people are involved, either pounding ground as competitors, sliding alongside as companions, or yelling on the sidelines as bystanders. I love my introvert time, and there are certainly days that call for quiet solitude and space to let my brain wander and process, but there are also times where I need to make an introvert sport extroverted… and those are the ones I remember.
Whitney, Baby
Last July, I spent a few days camping in Yosemite and hiked up Half Dome. The trip was unintentionally timed to fall at the end of what was a rather dramatic (and traumatic) week and served as one of those cathartic releases that provided a healthy dose of general life perspective, and metaphorically launched me into my new life.
Crossing California
I will begin this by again echoing my favorite Indigo Girls pre-song quote: 'You have to laugh at yourself... because you'd cry your eyes out if you didn't.' Because really. You do.