Have you ever been in traffic and frustrated that someone cut you off? Have you lost your temper on something so trivial before? We’re so fortunate to live in such comfort, moved from place to place with little effort, which often we forget what it’s like to feel real frustration. Our frustrations come from small places, as we are fortunate enough to live with a lot of ease. Continue reading…
This morning I ran the first ever Asbury Park Santa 5k Run. It was a sweltering 25 degrees outside, and you know how much I just love cold weather. I don’t mind it if I’m running, but I despise it otherwise. Give me 70 degrees every day of the year. Why do I live in New Jersey again? I hear San Diego is nice, they’ve even got a nice zoo.
I hadn’t heard of the race before about 2-3 weeks ago. So go me for saying, “Heck yeah I’ll run a race in the cold in a Santa suit in a few weeks.” I usually like to plan out my races further in advance, because I believe I’m a real runner who needs to train for these things.
Who am I kidding? Ha. Real. Runner. I didn’t even hydrate before hand, so take that preparation. I was thirsty on the run…
Hmm… It’s been a rough week… month… year?
I’ve been toying with the idea of posting daily again, as it’s been difficult to create quality content on a regular basis and I’ve felt pretty choked up when it comes to writing. With over 10-15 draft posts sitting, waiting to be shared I feel nervous every time I click “publish.” I remember the days fondly when I posted on a daily basis and just let whatever happened… happen. It was interesting, and I felt more connected with you. I could just be “me” without any other super high hopes.