Sunday Morning Ramblings

So…once again, it’s been awhile. You know, I really thought I’d be all over the whole blogging thing once I moved and had things to write about, but in actuality I’ve just been living. Crazy, right?

In retrospect, I would’ve written about The Bachelor from day 1. I would’ve talked about how I thought Juan Pablo was completely fake, and how I felt like everything about him seemed forced and fixed for television…everything from his accent to his relationship with his daughter to the fact that he was looking for a wife. Of course, I didn’t write about it (or anything for that matter, see above), but if I had, everyone would’ve told me I was crazy for thinking that way and there was a reason why America loved him so much and why he was chosen to be the next Bachelor. Then, as the season went on, I’d continue to say this stuff and people would begin to see it and then I’d get to say “I told you so,” kind of like I did in real life to Adam and my coworkers.

Speaking of coworkers, work is good. Like…really good. Like…I got really lucky that I was able to find a job that is so perfect for me before moving out here. I just had my three month review. Stop and think about that for a second. I’ve already been living in San Diego for three months. Which is crazy but kind of awesome. My review went really well and they seem really happy with me, which is great because I’m really happy there every single day. My coworkers are awesome, the company is really incredible and I’m passionate about the kind of work we do, and the work I do on a day-to-day basis is something I thoroughly enjoy. So yeah, the whole job thing is definitely a win.

You know what else is a win? Life in general. Living with Adam has been really great, and I think it has exceeded both of our expectations. And don’t even get me started on how happy Maeby is. She is (unsurprisingly) my baby and her happiness comes before anyone else’s (Adam included, and he knows this). To say she’s happy is probably an understatement…

We go hiking, we go to the beach, and we go running a few times a week. It’s crazy to think that a year ago, I was living here…

…which is really beautiful as well, don’t get me wrong, but now I’m living here…

Life is crazy, it really is.

What else have I been up to?

Trying to make friends. This is obviously really important and really hard once you become a real-life adult out of college, but my goal is to do at least one social thing a week (usually weekends, and usually more). So like last night, I went to my friend’s house and hung out with her and a few other people. The week before, I went out for another friend’s birthday. It’s hard but I’m trying.

Running! It’s beautiful here…the weather and the scenery. So, I’ve been trying to take advantage and I’ve actually been making a conscious effort to get back into the whole running game. Once I’m doing it regularly, I love it, it’s just getting me to the point where I’m doing it often. This past week, Maeby and I ran 4 days, for a total of 22 miles. It felt great, just ask Maeby. Yesterday I also bought new running shoes (Brooks, for the first time ever), so if I like them maybe I’ll write about them.

Working. Work is busy and traffic sucks, so it’s usually 10-hour days total (with work and my commute), but I’m not mad. It’s kind of awesome.

I suppose that’s about it for now. I’m currently sitting in our backyard. Adam is still asleep, the sun is out and bird are chirping around me, and Maeby is eating sticks.

Life is good, and happy Sunday!

Road Trip Wrap-Up

So, it my trip was a little different than I initially planned.

Initially I said my drive across country would consist of the following:

Just over 3,000 miles.

5-6 days.

3 dog parks.

12 states.

Stops overnight in the following cities:

Roanoke, VA
Nashville, TN
Oklahoma City, OK
Santa Fe, NM
Phoenix, AZ (possibly – it depends how tired we are)

And ending at our destination…San Diego, CA

In the end, our new route looked like this…

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…and consisted of:

3400 miles.

7 days.

2 dog parks: Jackson, MS and El Paso, TX.

14 states.

Stops overnight in the following cities:

Roanoke, VA
Nashville, TN
New Roads, LA
Round Rock, TX
Silver City, NM

…and of course, we ended in San Diego.

And We’re Off.

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Just over 3,000 miles.

5-6 days.

3 dog parks.

12 states.

Stops overnight in the following cities:

Roanoke, VA
Nashville, TN
Oklahoma City, OK
Santa Fe, NM
Phoenix, AZ (possibly – it depends how tired we are)

And ending at our destination…San Diego, CA

A Whirlwind.

The past week has been quite a whirlwind. That’s really the only way I can describe it. And the next week is going to be even crazier.

Last Monday, my boss announced the news to everyone. The amount of support that I received from colleagues and superiors made me feel really good about things and even more positive about everything. I also had three fillings done on Monday. Which brings my total I think to 16 cavities. I should really learn how to brush my teeth one of these days.

Thursday was my 25th birthday. I went to dinner with my family (sushi, duh) and shared a scorpion bowl with my mom. My 97 year-old grandma had a few sips as well.

She’s a funny one.

Friday night I went to dinner with my boss and another coworker. More sushi. Stop judging. My boss was thrilled because it was a sushi buffet, and that girl can eat.

Saturday the other side of my family came over for a potluck dinner. Fitting 20 people into my apartment wasn’t easy, but it worked. And that was with five kids running around. I was lucky the downstairs neighbors weren’t home. When I finally let Maeby out of my room to join the party, she literally went to every single person and greeted them by licking their face. I love that dog.

Last night, I drove up to Worcester to meet up with four of my best friends from college. We went to a lovely little Vietnamese place right near campus, and it was really nice. We laughed a lot, caught up, and I’m really hoping they’ll all come visit.

And now the plans for this week:

Today! I coach a high school sport in the fall and tonight we are having our annual banquet. I will be breaking the news to my players and I know they’ll be devastated (as will I), but I’m hoping the wonderful news of the head coach will overshadow mine. Then, after the banquet…Adam is coming home! He flies in tonight, and I’ll be picking him up around 9:30 p.m. I can’t wait to see that boy.

Tuesday. My second to last day of work, followed by drinks with Adam and my coworkers. Adam and I are also hoping we will hear back about this apartment we realllllly want. Maeby wants it too because it has a big fenced in backyard for her to run around in.

Wednesday. My last day of work (wtf) and dinner with my step-sister.

Thursday. Running my annual five-miler in the morning (for the seventh year, I think) and then eating until I fall asleep.

Friday. Lunch with my dad (and Adam and my dad meeting for the first time, yikes), and dinner at Adam’s mom’s house.

Saturday. Pack, pack, packing.

Sunday. Pack, pack, packing.

Monday. The movers are coming and loading up a giant container with my stuff, and I’ll say goodbye to it for two weeks.

Tuesday. Moping around.

Wednesday. Saying “see you later” to Connecticut and getting in my car with Adam and Maeby. Then we’ll begin our 5-6 day trip out to San Diego.

It’s all really crazy. I’m still failing to grasp the enormity of everything. I realize this is a huge thing, but I don’t think I’ll realize how crazy and how big of a deal it is until I’m in my car with Adam and Maeby and we’re just beginning our 3,000 mile journey across country.

A Quarter Century.

Time for the obligatory birthday post.

Twenty five years old today. A quarter century old today.

It’s pretty crazy.

When I was a little girl growing up, people that were in their 20s seemed so old, so mature. To be honest, I think when I was younger (even through my teenage years), I assumed that by the time I was 25, I’d be all grown up, doing big things, maybe even married.

The truth is, I sometimes still feel like a kid. The fact that I look like I’m still 16 probably doesn’t help. No, seriously–I coach at a high school and one of the athletic trainers thought I was a player. Whoops. But yeah. I still feel like a kid half the time. And I guess that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with not being “all grown up,” needing the emotional support of my parents every now and then, and living a little more freely and without the plans I thought I’d have at this age.

In the coming weeks, there is going to be a lot of change in my life. I’m a little scared, a lot excited, and a lot nervous. It’s crazy how much has changed in a year, or in several years, and though my 10 year-old self wouldn’t be expecting my life to be how it is, I know she’d be proud. I’ve accomplished more than I’ve ever expected, my life has taken several turns I didn’t expect, and even though sometimes it’s difficult, overall, I’m enjoying the ride.

On Recent Events in Boston.

I was watching the race live online. Then I stepped out of my office for an hour to grab lunch.

My friend Kerri ran Boston for her third year in a row, and I spent part of my morning tracking her status online until I left the office. When I got back to my office and got news of what happened, I immediately thought of Kerri. I checked her status and saw that she had crossed the finish, and then checked her Facebook page. She hadn’t updated, but a friend had posted on her account. She didn’t have her phone with her, but she was safe. I was relieved. Later, as she posted a status update (as did her boyfriend), I learned that had she run a mere 10 minutes slower, she likely would’ve been crossing the finish around that time.

When I learned she was okay, my thoughts then turned to all of my other friends in Boston, all of whom are fortunately safe.

Then, my thoughts turned to the rest of the runners at yesterday’s marathon, particularly when I saw a video of the finish line as the bombs went off.

I began thinking about how those runners felt to be approaching the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Of all the races, this is the race.

I thought back to how I felt when I approached the finish line of the marathon I did in Las Vegas. Throughout the second half of that marathon, I was physically and mentally struggling to finish. So many times, I wanted it to be over. My hips and knees screamed at me. My mind told me I couldn’t finish. But with each mile marker that I passed, came new hope and a strong realization that I would finish. So when I crossed the 26-mile marker, I was ecstatic. I was emotionally drained from the race and hitting walls. I was in a fog. I was relieved and excited and in awe of myself. And as I crossed the finish line, those feelings all disappeared. The cheering crowd took over, my feet shuffled over the finish line and all that was left was the realization that I had just run 26.2 miles. I finished a marathon.

So thinking back on all of this, I just imagined all of those feelings coupled with the confusion, disorientation, and panic that any runner (or spectator) felt yesterday. I imagined how it would feel to be approaching that finish line, with all the positive feelings of knowing you were about to finish, but the feeling of being so exhausted that you simply just wanted–no, needed–to finish, only to hear explosions going off around you, screams piercing the air, and the steps of spectators running away from the finish line, which just moments before represented the months of training, the miles logged, the anxiety leading up to the race, the fatigue and mental breakdowns, and the reward for getting through all of it.

And that’s just it. I can’t think about it or clearly imagine it, because all I can do is associate the completion of a race to something positive, especially when it comes to races like Boston.

It’s unreal. And though I’ve tried to put my feelings and thoughts into words, I can’t. Once again, there are no words. I don’t know what to think or what to say. And I hate that the Boston Marathon will forever be marred by what happened, and that yesterday, which should’ve been a day to celebrate achievements and money raised for charities and PRs, will instead be a day of tragedy.