A Mile or More in My [Running] Shoes
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#flashbackfriday
My Father. Canberra Marathon 1992.
I think of him every time I go for a run.
When I was 13, I announced to my Dad that I...
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Life Update.
People always say that when you break up that it’s time to focus on you, that it’s time to be the person that you want to be: to get...
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I did yoga last night and I’m proud of myself. I always talk about how I need to cross train but don’t. I have done yoga a handful of times in my...
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Have decided
I am going try and be “glass has water in it” person, as opposed to declaring the glass “half full” or “half empty”.
It is a glass. It...
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GPOYW: Me with my two favorite guys in the world edition
My dad, me, Mr. B
My move-in process is finally winding down… I forgot what an exhausting process it is. I’m finally starting to feel settled, and will feel even more settled once I get some pictures on the walls and I make the trip to Ikea to pick up the few pieces of furniture I still need to make my house apartment a home.
Moving into a new place has meant going through the arduous task of changing my address for every conceivable account my name is on, finding my new neighborhood grocery store and go-to bodega, adjusting to the commute (which is MUCH shorter than my previous commute - not much to adjust to really…), restocking my apartment with those little, seemingly insignificant things that you find too insignificant to actually pack up and move, and getting used to the actual apartment and the new noises.
I think the one that struck me most (perhaps due to the weather that rolled through New York last night and was still raging this morning as I left for work) was the noise thing. My other apartments were high rises and they were both in the thick of the Financial District. The only discernable noises there were the taxis honking outside, the slamming of a neighbor’s door in the hall, and the occasional roar of a bus as it passed. In my new apartment up in Harlem, I’m finding an abundance of new noises. The tick-tick-tick of the radiators, the occasional creak and settling of the old hardwood floors, the noticeable absence of honking and street noise, and last night, the clear (and very welcome) sound of falling rain. All of these things have endeared my new apartment to me and I’m finding that it feels like home much faster than I expected it to.
Busy evening…
My Lions didn’t fare so well, and that’s a big bummer, but I’ve been trying to get my stuff together for tomorrow’s key acquisition/beginning to move. (I hate this part, but man am I excited to get into my new place!)
One of the most stressful parts of moving is making sure that all of my favorite little glass wares aren’t broken… Please wine glasses, keep it together! I NEED YOU!
Giant coffee run because it’s moving day! (Can you tell I’m stressed?)
(Photo by caitlinwoodruff)
I’ve been incredibly absent since my half marathon and I apologize. Since finishing my race I have been busy, busy, busy. Drew and I tackled the task of finding a new apartment, and that’s no easy feat. It isn’t easy anywhere, but it seems even more impossible in New York. What neighborhood do you want to be in? Studio or 1BR? Broker or no broker? Is it close to the subway? What will the commute be like? What amenities (if any) do you find absolutely necessary? We were extremely spoiled by our gorgeous Financial District apartment (gym? roof deck? washer and dryer in unit?!) and we knew we would have to come back down to Earth when searching for our new place. Fortunately, we found an apartment (that we absolutely love) really quickly - as in, we went out looking and a day later we submitted an application.
Once the search was over, the packing and moving began. It didn’t take long for us to realize that we have a TON of stuff. An obscene and unnecessary amount of stuff. Check out Drew’s blog to see what we did with said “stuff” and the changes we’re instituting. I mean, I love my “Like it. Love it. ADPi.” shirt* - ahhhhh memories, but as a 24 year old who is two (almost three - weird!) years out of college, it’s probably not worth keeping.
Packing is one of my least favorite things. When traveling, I often put off packing until the last possible minute, and the move was really no different. The night before, I started throwing things into boxes and bags. We got our keys on a Friday and because our new apartment is a walkable distance from our old apartment, we started moving the little things over that evening. We did the bulk of our moving on Saturday, and it went pretty smoothly with only a few bumps and bruises and no arguing to speak of. Drew and I rented a Uhaul and moved everything by ourselves. Poor Chino was a wreck and was pretty clearly terrified that we were going to forget him.
So now that life has settled down a little bit, I’m getting back into the swing of things. I haven’t done any running since my half marathon (tsk tsk) but my left knee thanks me, and I will begin my running regimen again beacause… I have applied and entered the lottery for the New York City Half Marathon in March 2011 and I’m really hoping I get in. So, expect continued running posts and half marathon excitement.
A quick congratulations to all of my other favorite Tumblr/Fitblr folks who completed their half marathons and marathons this fall! I apologize for not being able to offer more individual messages and I’m sorry for not being able to offer encouraging words approaching/on the day of your races, but you are all truly inspiring and amazing people. I followed along and loved reading the recaps of your races. Keep up the fantastic work and if you find yourself in NYC and you’re looking for a running buddy, give me a shout!
*Note: sorority girls look for any and every excuse to make t-shirts, so I am the proud owner of at least a drawer full of ADPi shirts.
