“This is our decision to live fast and die young. We’ve got the vision, now let’s have some fun.”-MGMT
I have the tendency of jumping into things. I jumped from internship to internship during my undergraduate years. I jumped from undergrad studies straight into grad school. I jumped from grad school straight into a job, with only 5 days to spare. I don’t like to rest. I like to stay busy and active. But after years and years of hopping and jumping and running, I realized this may not always be what’s best.
This past summer, as graduate school was wrapping up, I decided to sign up for the Philly Marathon. I figured that I balanced five courses, 30 hours a week of interning, and race training before, so I could totally manage it with just a full-time job. Clearly, I overestimated my physical ability to adapt to the changes that come with becoming a real grownup person. By the time I was supposed to be logging 19-20 mile runs, I barely had enough energy to get out of bed. I’d hit the usual highs around mile 6 and mile 10, but then I’d crash and burn not too long mile 13 or 14. I decided to drop down into the Philly Half Marathon and scale back my training a bit to see if that helped. Yet again, I overestimated my strengths. I had already raced two half marathons a month apart in September and October. I was physically and mentally exhausted. My body gave me a big fat middle finger and decided that it wasn’t going to take anymore from me.
A few weeks ago, I was talking with a friend who lives in Miami. He ‘s been encouraging me to come visit him for a while, but with work and running and the usual chaos of life, the visits had been postponed for years. After a long conversation and several laps around Macy’s, it hit me. If I don’t do it now, when will I? Running another race when my body is clearly craving rest will do more harm than good. Why not go to Miami and meet new people and experience new things? You only live once, right Drizzy? So I booked the trip and sold my bib for my last race of the season.
For the first time since before I left for college, I feel free. My life is run by alarm clocks and Google calendar reminders. As free as running makes me feel, it can also put a damper on some things. I’m 23, but feel like I’m going on 33 some days. I need to take advantage of this opportunity to experience something new and completely out of my comfort zone.
I practically jumped out of bed at 4:30 this morning to go teach spin. That rarely happens. My suitcase is stuffed to the brim with running shorts, dresses, and heels. I’m currently waiting on my ride to the airport to arrive. I can’t wait to be sitting in that seat, ready for take off. I love the feeling of a plane leaving the ground. Here’s where the ADD kicks in and I throw in a random fun fact about myself. My dad promised me that if I got into every college I applied to, he would send me to flight school before I left for college because I’ve always want to get my license to fly planes. Well, I held up my end of the deal and I’m still waiting on him to hold up his. Oh and that picture is of my favorite purse, with all the airport essentials: iPod, book, apple. Anywho, have a marvelous weekend, my dears. I’ll see you all when I get back (hopefully with a nice little tan line and a stack of business cards).