I’ll start off today by saying that my lost post did not resurface. :-( Note to self: do not leave papers at work ever again. I tried to recreate what I had written; hopefully it’s close to what I had before. At the very least, I added some lovely pictures that make this new post more interesting! You’ll find them below, between some of the paragraphs.
In the summer, I try to get up and run in the mornings, before the heat becomes sweltering. I like being in the fresh air and sunshine; it gives me energy and increases my positivity for the rest of the day. I should make a note here that my “running” is close to the speed of an elderly couple taking a walk. I am not at all a fast runner, but I prefer to use that term over “jogging,” which reminds me of fuzzy sweatsuits and workout videos from the 80’s. So running it is.
As morning temperatures begin to drop, however, I often start crawling back into bed instead of putting on my tennis shoes. I tell myself, “I’ll run this afternoon.” Later, when afternoon arrives, I realize that I’ll be at work until the sun goes down, and all motivation to exercise dissipates with the sinking sun. Sad day, right?
Some days, however, I say to myself, “It’s not that cold, you’ll be okay,” and I put on my shoes and go out anyway. And never have I regretted a morning run. Really, does anyone ever say “I wish I hadn’t exercised today?” Barring personal injuries, I would say no, that phrase does not exist. When I get myself out the door and start off down the sidewalk, I am able to enjoy all the fall colors swirling around my feet. St. Louis is so pretty this time of year, when all the leaves are changing and falling from the trees. I never get out as much as I plan to, but I’m grateful that I do get to several times each week.
Yes, I do stop to take pictures while I run. I know it defeats the purpose of exercising to be standing in the middle of the road with a camera, but I can’t miss the opportunity.
What do you like to do for exercise? Besides running, I’ve tried Zumba classes and yoga classes. Let me know if you have any interesting workout experiences to share!
Wow, what a long and crazy week it has been. Other than the usual babysitting, baseball games, and tasks that fill my life daily, this last week has held some different happenings.
In the last week, I have decided to get my heart pumping again and stray from yoga and standard dance technique and added running to my workout routine. I have never considered myself a “runner” at any point in my life, but I felt that with dance coming up at the beginning of fall I needed to increase my stamina. I began on Monday with my brother. He’s a “runner,” having participated in track and holding a natural ease for it. He took me through our neighborhood and made sure I made it through. The run was a mile long, a triumph for me, especially in 90 degree heat. I continued to run the route on my own the rest of the week, and although I don’t feel that great during, after the run I feel cleansed. I hope to continue this the rest of the summer and into the fall back at Fontbonne. Got to put those running shoes to good use!
Sadly, this past week was also filled with the death of a family friend. I spent all weekend over in St. Louis celebrating him and the life he held. It was truly beautiful and respectful. His family wanted to celebrate the lives they had with him, and not dwell on his passing. I was amazed by their strength.
The absolute best thing that’s happened in the last week is the arrival of my best friend! She’s back from studying abroad. After weeks of daily emails and one unsuccessful Skype session, I finally get to see her in person. We’re meeting up this week for dinner and a TON of talking. We’re used to spending almost every minute of every day together at school, so I’m bracing myself for quite the reunion.
After a week of ups and downs, I hope this week brings some rest. I’m not sure that it will, but a girl can dream right?
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Considering the fact that I’ve spent so much time this summer stressing about the future, I find it odd that suddenly my worries have evaporated, leaving behind nothing but this odd mix of new feelings, ones like peacefulness and acceptance and hope and excitement, the same ones I used to have when I thought about all of the potential that fills the road ahead of me (Pretty sure that’s a massive run-on sentence. Sorry.). Where will I go? Who will I become? Finally, there are no limits anymore.
I’ve also spent a lot of time stressing over other peoples’ journeys, asking if, because the path I’m taking is different than theirs, I’m somehow behind in life or just don’t measure up. But again, this stupid anxiety is being replaced by a new, more positive affirmation: that I should embrace the weird twists and turns that make up my story, because they’re kind of really awesome.
But enough of the future—I want to enjoy the here and the now. On my run the other morning, as I was descending one of the Monster Hills in my neighborhood and I looked out on the horizon to see the blue morning sky kissing the open fields of hay bales below, then back down ahead of me to see the wildflowers in the field to my right, I remembered how happy I am to be here, at home. To be running a lot and finally getting chafe marks and blisters again. To be up and finished with my workout before anyone else in my family is awake.
So on that note, here it is: home.
“Babys” by Bon Iver