I don’t mind working so much, but I want to be able to enjoy my money. Having to wait for next payday because of the weird payroll calendars is kind of horrible, but kind of good because it’s making me more patient and able to reflect on how I’ll spend/save my money. I can’t wait to go birthday present shopping for my cousins.
(I got my cousin Josh, who took me over the Alabama hills last December, a Brooks run shirt and will get him an Adagio Tea gift card, since he loves green tea. Bela, who plays basketball and runs track, is getting a Oiselle gift card or some crops; both of them picked up my aunt and I from the airport late at night after our long, long day of return flights from Rome. I want to get my Aveda stylist cousin Nikki a floppy, dramatic, old school-glamorous black hat, which she mentioned when we were in Rome.) And I want to enter a lottery for a famous 10K this summer.
One of my favorite moments tonight at work was checking out a customer who purchased almost $100 worth of books. I felt like a librarian scanning the barcodes on the interior back covers :)
I know it’s been a long time since I’ve written and since I’ve run. I’ve been home from my long, lovely trip for about 2 weeks, and I haven’t run since a good jaunt through the park and Sculpture Garden with Chloe on the 1st of this month (and before that, I hadn’t run in 4 weeks, which was a much-needed run-cation after the marathon training and jumping headfirst into a half for which I hadn’t trained).
I’ve been reading a lot, watching Parks and Rec and films, teaching Zumba, working, traveling, soaking, remembering, missing family and faraway places, writing (I am still 7 days behind on my travel journal, and I suspect that the 190-page Moleskine that I’ve filled over halfway will not be enough), plotting my next adventure — race, travel, and life-wise. Traveling has only made me want to travel more, to see and do and learn more.
I’ve been spring cleaning in many senses — my closet, my harddrive, my phone, myself (getting back on track eating more greens — it wasn’t even the eating out in NYC or carbs in Italy — for the record, the food is so fresh, the wheat is not GMO-tainted, the portions are smaller, and you walk everywhere — it was wanting junky American carbs… like Girl Scout Cookies when I got back, and walking less everyday).
I’ve also been grappling with my love/hate relationship with social media. On my trip I was so irritated with my cousins who were selfy-obsessed. I attempted to shave down my list of people I follow on Twitter. (The idea of Twitter stresses me out, so I don’t check it every day.) I also contemplated applying for the Oiselle Volée, but I wondered why I wanted to do it. And then I thought to myself that I don’t want to become one of those people who cross the line between inspirational to “look how cool I am” bragging or feel like I “have to” run. And that I feel like I am still working out consistency issues with my running.
Tomorrow will be my first DNS, and for this I am not sorry. I signed up for Shamrockin’ Run 2014 last spring because it was only $17 for early registration. I did this knowing that the race falls smack in the middle of allergy/asthma season, hoping at best to run it for fitness, not to race it.
Even so, it would be a very painful 8K. Asthma is awful. Imagine your body revolting against you, hindering you from doing something so crucial to survival, like some invisible force is quasi-suffocating you from the inside.
That, plus the fact that I am tuckered out from this week (lots of teaching and working 12+ hour days), and I have laundry and pop-up San Pietro Basilica thank you cards to finish mean that I am sitting out this one and rooting in spirit for my Southern Runner and RCR friends.
I’m excited about running again soon, but I don’t feel like the time is right yet.
I am 5 issues of Runner’s World behind… I packed them in my carry on for plane reading, but I never got to them and look forward to catching up with them this weekend. The most recent issue’s "I Am a Runner" caught my eye because it features Joffrey Ballet dancer Fabrice Calmels, who is built like a Greek god (and he mentioned Shamrockin’ Run in his answers).
I am also looking forward to Greek Fest (the Southern Runner pink singlets have to defend their team title :) and possibly a bridge run (although I don’t want to get tendonitis like I did last summer following two bridge runs) after my allergies pass. Until I stop having allergies or move someplace without oak trees, I won’t sign up for anything requiring training during March/April.