A Triumphant(?) Return to Writing, Part 1

It’s been so long since I’ve written anything just for fun, that it feels a little bit weird to even be trying right now. I wish I could pinpoint what happened to make this all seem more like a chore than something I actually enjoy doing so I could avoid it in the future, but I have no idea what made me stop.* I just know that I’ve been missing it lately, so I’m attempting a comeback. I’m sure Nana will be ecstatic.

The problem now is that I don’t quite know what to say. I suppose I could just fill you in on what happened over the past seven months (um, holy shit–have I seriously not written anything since JANUARY?). I’ll at least start with that, and then we’ll see what happens. I apologize in advance for the verbal diarrhea I’m about to assault you with. I’ll try my best to keep it pithy.


February was mostly uneventful. I was still hovering on the hate side of my love-hate relationship with running(/everything), so I basically only ran when Gary dragged me out of the office. I snowboarded a few times (although mostly just as an excuse to drink more beer than was necessary on Sunday nights) climbed once, and, hilariously, rode my bike on the trainer once (I haven’t been on my bike since). Perhaps the most important thing that happened in February was that I started going to yoga classes more frequently. I didn’t pick up on it at the time–at least not consciously–but looking back now, this seems to have been pretty instrumental in my getting back to “normal” and I’m glad I decided that going to at least one class a week was more important than bothering to try to save any money, since that was a battle I would never have won anyway.

This conversation also happened in February, so there’s that.


March was kind of exciting! At the beginning of the month, I ran the second race of the Will Run for Beer series and ended up with a new 5k PR! My sister had come to watch that race, so I think she might secretly be my good luck charm. (LAURA, WHY DIDN’T YOU COME TO ANY OTHERS?!) Then, at the end of the month, I set out on a 10-miler while “training” for a half marathon and finished it in an hour and 26 minutes, which was about 20 minutes better than I had expected. It seemed as though I was finally getting my mojo back; I was feeling good, getting happier, and starting to love running again. But then April came along and ruined everything.

The best part about March was when Nicole was visiting and I consumed ungodly amounts of cupcake, ice cream, and beer with her and Jess while binge watching something (Parks & Rec?) on Netflix all night
The best part about March was when Nicole was visiting and I consumed ungodly amounts of cupcake, ice cream, and beer with her and Jess while binge watching something (Parks & Rec?) on Netflix all night


That half marathon I just mentioned? It was awful. Well…to be fair, the race itself was actually quite lovely. But my performance was abysmal. I went into this race feeling sooo confident. All I wanted to do was break 2 hours, and after my easy-feeling 10 mile run a few weeks before, I really thought it would happen. It did not. By mile 6, I was done and wanted nothing more than to go home and crawl back into bed. Everything felt wrong–my legs were heavy, my lungs felt like they had shrunk a size or two, and my stomach was less than pleased. And the hills!! When I looked at the course online, it seemed reasonably hilly for a NH race, so I wasn’t too concerned. But those hills were so horrible that the race shirt actually says “These legs conquered the hills of the Great Bay Half Marathon.” (They should have made an alternate shirt for me that says “These legs survived the Great Bay Half Marathon, but barely and with A LOT of whining involved.”)

At least I got this incredible burrito after the race.
This glorious burrito I ate after the race was the only good thing that happened that day

I think this is probably long enough for one post. If you stuck with me and are still curious about things that happened from May to August, check back sometime between this weekend and next June.

*This is only half true. A big part of why I stopped was that I slipped into a bit of a depressive funk. (In hindsight, I should have realized that’s what was happening as I wrote my last post. I’m a little slow sometimes.) But in the wake of Robin Williams’ death, you’ve all had plenty of articles and blogs about depression shoved down your throats for the past two weeks, so I won’t force you to read another one.**
**I’m worried that might have sounded insensitive. If it does, I definitely didn’t mean for it to sound that way. Please don’t think I’m horrible.


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  1. ABOUT time you’re writing again!!! I think I will call you once a week and remind you. I don’t know how you find the time to do what you do, but I know my donation fund, for wonderful causes is usually active!!! Sorry girl, have to disagree with you, you are awesome, and we are very proud of you.


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