Bridge to 10k: Week 4, Day 1

Well, hi. It looks like I’ve got two of you to write to now. Don’t feel threatened, I’m sure Carolyn can’t wear my shirts quite as well as you can*. We let our tethers get a little longer this week, as we do from time to time, therefore I have a lot to catch you up on.

I finished my W3D3 on Tuesday before my sister and mom’s flight got in. I actually ran/walked 10k, though it was mostly walking since I made the error of going down to the boardwalk at mile 4 and enjoying the plethora of lactic acid in my legs on the uphill return. Good, good.

I brought them back to the airport yesterday morning, and it was really hard all over. I feel guilty about being so far and seeing my mom sad and my baby sister cry was awful. I know I’ll see them again very soon but you know how overactive my brain is, and it occasionally creates dark and twisty thoughts about time and distance. We had so much fun, though**. We went to Peggy’s Cove and on the ferry and celebrated my birthday, and to the markets and to the Bay of Fundy in the pouring rain and Becca pooped in an outhouse. I slept in the bed between her and Neek, essentially your worst nightmare but you can imagine how pleased I was. Mom and I walked all over Halifax for Nocturne on Saturday, a nighttime event where galleries all over the city are open. We also found a mouse in the kitchen. I don’t want to talk about it. I was so exhausted when they left, physically and emotionally, and I slept most of yesterday away.

Anyways, today I ran. W4D3 is 3 x 18 minute run, 1 minute walk. I tried a new pair of tights that were unsatisfactory. I am very picky about the bottoms I run in. As someone who gained and lost weight fairly quickly, I have a lot of excess skin on my stomach. I feel very uncomfortable if I can feel it moving when I run, so I need pants that go up high and tuck all that stuff away. 0/10, would not recommend.  

Tl;dr: I went on a one week running hiatus to eat food and adventure with blood relatives whom I love dearly and today I ran 5.12 miles.

I love you.

x

Two years ago today I ran a marathon in Chicago. Beachy and I drove from Canada like adults and I couldn’t focus because of the girl I kissed two days before. Brenna and I laid in bed in the dark and I told her I didn’t know what to do. That I’d never felt this way about someone. I thought of her the whole weekend. One year ago today, I brought her with me. We drove to Chicago to watch a marathon - the one I ran the year before. We went to our favourite places and slept at Bizz’s house and Anna cooked 5-7 pounds of bacon. 
We packed up and moved to the east coast and tonight we’re gathering humans to have a thanksgiving feast. I loved her then, and I love her now. I’m a little bit gay. 

Two years ago today I ran a marathon in Chicago. Beachy and I drove from Canada like adults and I couldn’t focus because of the girl I kissed two days before. Brenna and I laid in bed in the dark and I told her I didn’t know what to do. That I’d never felt this way about someone. I thought of her the whole weekend. One year ago today, I brought her with me. We drove to Chicago to watch a marathon - the one I ran the year before. We went to our favourite places and slept at Bizz’s house and Anna cooked 5-7 pounds of bacon. 

We packed up and moved to the east coast and tonight we’re gathering humans to have a thanksgiving feast. I loved her then, and I love her now. I’m a little bit gay. 

Bridge to 10k: Week 3, Day 1 & 2

Hey. Our tethers have been stretched thin the past little while. I feel grateful for these notes to each other. I also feel grateful for the package sitting in my mailbox when I got home today (you rascal).

Last night I did W3D1 (17 minute run, 1 minute walk x 3), and tonight I did the same. It was my first night run in Halifax, the weather was perfect, and I wore my Power Rangers tee. I went up Citadel Hill twice. I am exhausted and my everything hurts and I’m really happy I did it. Becca made me broccoli pizza and in exchange I made her a carrot apricot bran loaf. Let’s be honest, she earned it. 

Congratulations, Aunt Brenny, and happy adventuring, you potato with eyes.

x

Hi. 
So I didn’t get that job I was interviewed for; that one I really wanted. I am trying not to feel hopeless and unqualified but truthfully, I am feeling both of those things. After getting that email I ate a significant amount of peanut butter and walked downtown to the AGNS to see the Mary Pratt exhibition. I saw this show when it was in Windsor, remember?
I didn’t run today. I spent today feeling sorry for myself. Tomorrow I will wake up and snuggle up close to my person and remember why I’m here, then make a tea and look for jobs. 
Goodnight, you lovely jerk.
x

Hi. 

So I didn’t get that job I was interviewed for; that one I really wanted. I am trying not to feel hopeless and unqualified but truthfully, I am feeling both of those things. After getting that email I ate a significant amount of peanut butter and walked downtown to the AGNS to see the Mary Pratt exhibition. I saw this show when it was in Windsor, remember?

I didn’t run today. I spent today feeling sorry for myself. Tomorrow I will wake up and snuggle up close to my person and remember why I’m here, then make a tea and look for jobs. 

Goodnight, you lovely jerk.

x

Bridge to 10k: Week 2, Day 3

Good morning. You are three hours behind me so I get to say that. 

I had a really, really, really good run. Like, really good. Like. Really. Good. Good because my legs felt strong and I made the hills my bitch. Good because there was a breast cancer 5k walk in the neighbourhood and there were hundreds of people wearing pink and the roads were closed off and people looked happy. Good because I laid on my bed in a sports bra and running socks for 25 minutes before I actually got dressed and stepped outside. Because the Fox reminded me that I told Brenna I would do it. Really good because I got under 11 minute miles, including the walks, and I feel exceptionally proud of that.

Week Two — 3x (15 min run, 1 min walk) 

  • Day 1: 4.24 miles (11:19 pace)
  • Day 2: 4.33 miles (11:05 pace)
  • Day 3: 4.51 miles (10:38 pace)

The new neighbours from Salt Lake City brought us sunflowers because we helped them last week when their key broke off in the lock and loaned them our air mattress and gave them pickled beets. I would think everyone who lives in SLC is adorable and charming, but I don’t recall ever getting sunflowers from you or KC, so this couple must be an exception.

A few of us went to Dartmouth and Seaport Market yesterday and we got our first piece of local art in Halifax* from Dan. I love it so much. We also had breakfast pizza. I talked to my mom on the phone and I think her and Neek are coming for a visit in a couple of weeks. I am anticipating the feeling of their warm skin on mine. Tethers.

I am still high from the really good run and I am going to ride it out. I love you, dummy.

x

I wore my "Home is Where You Park It" shirt from Somerset, Kentucky. The Fox came to the park with me and ran by my side when she could. It was a good one. It was lovely seeing your wonderful face this morning, as it always is. I’m so glad I caught you. You help me to be my best me.

This is me, following through, for the both of us. 

x

On the Will To Just Not

So I know we did this running program so we could be more accountable for our fitness, and because it would be something we could do together even though we’re far apart. I know that. I also suspect you’re wondering how my interview went yesterday morning. It went really well. I think I was charming. I only a little bit felt like I was acting. 

I only felt a little bit like I was acting because I feel a little bit like I’m acting every day. Today I have no energy for acting. It feels like a chore to move my body even off the bed. The volume of people’s voices and cars driving by and my fingers on the keyboard sound enormous and it’s a struggle to stay in the same room as people having conversations. I do not feel like myself, nor have I for a while. Running does not seem like a priority. Today I cleaned the house and took a shower. I made the bed. 

The only thing I feel passionate about are showers. I like walking, but my limbs feels heavy and disconnected. The will to just not is so great. I feel like maybe I should try making a schedule for every day of things I need to do, to keep my life busy, even if I don’t feel like doing those things. I don’t know what is best for me. I am telling you this because I love you and I know you care for me immensely and I think that today, I am not well. 

I miss you. 

x

Bridge to 10k: Week 2, Day 1

So I decided to go running after doing some application stuff; after we talked. Then I decided I didn’t want to go. Then I decided I’d better go. They were three separate, confident decisions and we can both admit it’s very surprising that the ‘run’ choice won.

So I did the thing (15 minute run, 1 minute walk x 3), and it was good. I can feel myself getting stronger with every run. 

48 minutes, 4.24 miles.

I really hope I get that job at the letterpress shop. I’m still thinking about it. I feel nervous in advance. I have applied for dozens of jobs but there’s only a couple that I sincerely would enjoy, and this is number one on that list. A girl can dream.

I love you. I don’t want to wait to get your mail. Just hand deliver it, thanks. You know I’m impatient. 

x

I don’t hate it here.

Bridge to 10k: Week 1, Day 4
Okay, so yesterday I didn’t run. But I made up for it right now, and I got my four runs in for the week-and a very delightful bike ride. Five days of sweaty physical activity, several job applications and an interview have helped to make my week feel wonderfully productive.
Run recap: It’s unbelievably hot. I went out of my way to step on two very crunchy leaves. I wore Pizza John.
Week 1 numbers because you like numbers because you are a dork:

Week One — 4x (10 min run, 1 min walk) 
Day 1: 4.0 miles* (11:08 pace)
Day 2: 4.01 miles (10:59 pace)
Day 3: 4.0 miles* (11:26 pace)
Day 4: 3.97 miles (11:05 pace)

Please send the caramel cups ASAP. That shirt looks good on you, but I bet it’d look better on my floor. And yes, we will always have Dearborn. 
I’m going on a boat tour now, because Halifax. Wish you were here.
x

Bridge to 10k: Week 1, Day 4

Okay, so yesterday I didn’t run. But I made up for it right now, and I got my four runs in for the week-and a very delightful bike ride. Five days of sweaty physical activity, several job applications and an interview have helped to make my week feel wonderfully productive.

Run recap: It’s unbelievably hot. I went out of my way to step on two very crunchy leaves. I wore Pizza John.

Week 1 numbers because you like numbers because you are a dork:

Week One — 4x (10 min run, 1 min walk) 

  • Day 1: 4.0 miles* (11:08 pace)
  • Day 2: 4.01 miles (10:59 pace)
  • Day 3: 4.0 miles* (11:26 pace)
  • Day 4: 3.97 miles (11:05 pace)

Please send the caramel cups ASAP. That shirt looks good on you, but I bet it’d look better on my floor. And yes, we will always have Dearborn. 

I’m going on a boat tour now, because Halifax. Wish you were here.

x

Today: Bicycle adventures with a Fox. Homemade Oreos wanted. 4 miles in the morning. Pizza now.

x

Faking Adulthood & Door-to-Door Salesmanship

I didn’t see your posts until a couple of hours ago; I’m sorry you had A Day. I want to live near you so I can play with your hair, and work with you exclusively so I can eat your food. Give and take. You are wife material, through and through-I’ll just have to remember to stock up on bed sheets. 

I applied for a bunch of jobs this morning, and went to an interview this afternoon for a company that had the vaguest website I have ever seen. They contacted me through a career website I posted my resume on, so I didn’t feel any pressure at all. I think I nailed it. That said, I don’t want the job at all*. Hopefully I’ll hear back from a place I am more interested in soon. 

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Oh yeah, and I just ran (B210k W1D3). I don’t think I’ve ran two days in a row since April, and now I remember why. I rolled my ankle on a manhole cover. I did bad. 

Meet me at the Food Truck Party? 

x

Bridge to 10k: Week 1, Day 2

I slept horribly and woke up while it was still dark out. I haven’t been sleeping very well at all since I moved here. I feel like my body never fully gets into a restful state. Perhaps I am part ninja. 

I bought insoles last week because walking the hills were doing some serious damage to my heels. I slipped them into my running shoes for the first time today. It actually helped a lot, and I think it might work to alleviate some hip pain that I’ve been having. I ran around the park again. I really love how close this park is to my house. Did I tell you there’s a little spot called The Oval that they turn into an ice rink in the winter? Adorable. 

I ran faster than Monday; I actually cleared 4 miles in the 44 minutes of intervals. I feel good about that. Now I’m going to walk to the Seaport Market and buy apples, honey, and garlic. Becca is at yoga. Unf. I feel an underlying anxiousness, but I am happy today. I thought you should know. 

I love you and miss you.

x

Hi.

Becca is making me chili right now. The apartment smells like garlic. I think we might take a bus to the movies tonight. I’m not running. Like I told you, I decided I’m going to run Wednesday and Thursday, take Friday off and run on Saturday. I need to get back into the habit of running in the mornings; I will like that better long term. I think it will just be good to re-form some habits. 

Like today. Today I went to the library and revised my resume and made connections and applied for things and listened to music and felt very productive. I liked that. I think I’ll do that tomorrow, too. I also walked down to the bakery and got a loaf of bread and went downtown to the AGNS and got a membership. I think I signed up for every newsletter for every gallery in the city. I’m doing everything I can to get my foot in every door; and the more I think about it, and the more I look for jobs, the more confident I feel that inside a gallery is where I want to make a career for myself. I like feeling that confidence. 

Neek sent me a Cabbage Patch Kids stained glass window hanger thing in the mail. We keep sending it to each other. It won’t break. Sisterhood-of-the-Traveling-Stained-Glass-Window-Hanger.

Let’s address these pictures now, clockwise from the top left:

  1. Violette has four sons; this is why I’m not having kids.
  2. I woke up to this picture from Neek. Want/need.
  3. I don’t know how I became a resource for questions like this.

Alright, well, I hope you get your period soon. We can’t guarantee you’ll get a comforting peanut butter cup every day until then. Not even an oreo taco. In a perfect world.

I love you, godspeed, DFTBA, etc.

x