Where did the time go? How is it that I’m 25 and will be standing at my best friend’s wedding watching her marry the man she loves in just a few weeks? It’s truly mind-blowing to think about! It makes my stomach twist with happiness and exhilaration and anxiety. I’m getting to that age when people I’ve known since I was in middle school are on their first kid or are getting married and I’m just not there at all…yet or, to be completely honest, maybe never? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m a Maid of Honor in a wedding in a few weeks and I need a speech. It’s pretty hard to write about love and soul mates when you yourself have never felt that kind of connection. I mean, there’s been that first infatuation (Drew), the first “first” (Kevin), and the first love-ish (Alex), but there really hasn’t been that someone. Do I even believe in soulmates? Do I completely believe that we can find one person that we’ll spend the rest of our lives with? I don’t think so. I think there’s someone for every stage in your life- that someone could be a love interest or a best friend or a mentor, but there’s that someone that illuminates something inside of you that you didn’t know was there. Valery illuminated a confidence inside of me that I forgot existed. I’m over playing some kind of victim from my relationship with Alex, but that’s how I dealt with it back then. I blamed him and I blamed myself for opening myself up to someone enough to get so hurt. I bathed in that bitterness until my mental and physical health suffered. When she saw this she kicked my ass and helped me wake up. She forced me to start running and going to the gym, so that I could take control of something in my life. Slowly, with every mile and sweaty strength training workout, I found happiness with myself and with my body. I found happiness in living a healthier life. Most importantly, I gained a lifelong friend who gave me something that I needed desperately- self-love. The amazing thing about Val is that she’s comfortable and confident with herself, but she’s not at all perfect and she owns it. I tried for so long to be the perfect daughter, friend, and then girlfriend. When I let go of that, it changed my whole life and she is one of the reasons why. Anyway, I need to write this MOH speech and I’m scared because I don’t know if I’ll be able to adequately explain just how happy I am that someone who changed my life is going to change the life of another.
I like to think of June as the month I started to get serious about half marathon training. In the year that I’ve been continuously running, I’ve ran more miles in other months, but they were mostly at the gym. These runs were, for the most part, outdoors and pushed me to my limits by getting my pace into the 11 minute spectrum. It also helped me get excited about running again- pushing me to want to run outside by myself rather than trying to wait on outside forces (like other people or the perfect conditions) to motivate me. I’m super proud of myself and this calendar. I believe I’m going to try to do longer runs during the week and have my shorter runs be my hill training days as those workouts are lethal and I usually don’t do long runs if there’s tons of hills.
This year has definitely showed me that I can push my limits and survive. Actually, I can not only survive, but exceed my expectations. I’m going to PR at the Rock and Roll half. I can feel it in my bones. I’m ready to push and see the progress my mind and body has experienced.
I’ve officially started to “train” for the Rock and Roll half marathon in November and lets just say its been super hard since I live in the desert and the average is 100 degrees. Why would I want to run 13.1 miles for fun, you may ask? I have no idea. A lot of the reasons for why I run have to do with self-acceptance and self-love, but running a half marathon would be the start of a whole new relationship with running; a relationship I believe I’m ready for. That relationship is one of commitment. I know, I know- commitment. What the hell is that? It’s something that I usually run away from, but this time I’m running towards it and it feels glorious.
I’ve read numerous articles since buying my way into the race- blood blisters, chafing until you bleed, toenails falling off, cramping, and numerous other fun things that happen to your body and sometimes I’m super hyped about it and other times I start to freak out. Can I really do it? Will my body give out? Will I be able to do it in less than 3 hours? Will I even be able to finish the race? The answer is yes, I can. Only 24 miles for June as of today, but I’m hoping to get to thirty by Saturday and have at least 10 miles for the weekend… we’ll see how it goes. Happy running!
This post was going to be about my first hike at Mount Charleston and it is going to be because I refuse to keep going back and forth between the past and the present.
P.S. I really need to stop being so pathetic.
P.S.S. I really did go hiking and I really was going to write a post about it. Here’s proof:
These last few months have been crazy. After reading my second to last post, my mind is blown by how real all of that became after I wrote it. In August 2016, I applied for a supervisor position and did not get it. In February 2017, I went to get my taxes done at my aunt’s tax company and my cousin and I talked about her job at NV Energy. In March 2017, I applied for NV Energy. In April 2017, I interviewed for the position and in May 2017 I started my new position at NV Energy. From failure comes opportunity for success. I’ve grown so much in the year or so since the break up. I didn’t think I realized how much Alex breaking up with me would affect me, but I can’t say I’m mad when it affected me in the most positive of ways.
criene To all the people who still love us at our most vulnerable, and at our most hideous state, thank you. Thank you for telling us to get the fuck up when we are wasting our days crying in our beds. Thank you for giving us tough love when you know we need it most.…
I believe that everything happens for a reason- that there exists within time a culmination of magnets that attract you to specific people, places, and opportunities. These magnets are essentially the energy you project into the universe. You attract what you want from the universe. It seems hokey, I know. To be honest, I don’t talk about it often with people unless they’ve proven to believe in something similar. Anyway, this belief is a definite force in my life when it comes to the decisions I make. Sometimes, I’ll be honest, these decisions are irrational and not well thought out, grandiose and impossible to execute and, yet, I make them. Sometimes, I’ll be honest, they work out. I got to live in another state and go to my dream school. I got to fall in love, get my heartbroken, and was able to learn how I deal with both. I got the sweetest first job and met lifelong friends working there and continue to get paid an exorbitant amount of money to do something I never imagined I’d do. It all seems surreal sometimes, like one thing led to another and boom two years have gone by and I’m dizzy with the thought of…what next? What could possibly be in my path now? What path is slowly attracting me to it? It’s a very meta thing for me to think about. There are times when I’ll think about it and get so overwhelmed by the enormity of my next move that I just stay there. But I think the countdown has started and it’s my move….