Even though my family is in from out of town - and my other cousin ditched me for spin this morning - I still made it to the gym in time for a little elliptical fun. Which was really nice in a way - cause I haven’t elliptical-ed much at ALL in two weeks, and it used to be my go-to-comfortable exercise.
I pumped out 500 calories in ~40 minutes (not including cooldown) and headed home, for a day filled with family. Including my run with Morgan tomorrow - that means I will have worked out 6 days week, so I’m happy with that, even if today’s workout was a little shorter.
Now I’m showered, dressed and ready to enjoy the day with my cousin from Cleveland and her daughter, Kyra. :)
Waking up and and finding out that one of your best friends who you haven’t seen in almost TWO YEARS is FINALLY coming home from CHINA in a MONTH for a COUPLE OF WEEKS is the absolute best fucking news you could have on a Friday morning EVER.
Ever, people. EVER!
I cannot wait to wrap my arms around my dear, dear friend. I’ve missed him so.
“Maybe young women don’t wonder whether they can have it all any longer, but in case any of you are wondering, of course you can have it all. What are you going to do? Everything, is my guess. It will be a little messy, but embrace the mess. It will be complicated, but rejoice in the complications. It will not be anything like what you think it will be like, but surprises are good for you. And don’t be frightened: You can always change your mind. I know: I’ve had four careers and three husbands.”—Nora Ephron, in her 1996 Wellesley commencement address, debunking (16 years ahead of time) the Atlantic’s current cover story “Why women still can’t have it all.” (via washingtonpoststyle)
4 miles walked
With an old friend
Snuggling with another friends baby
Home to shower
And snuggle up
But instead, falling fast asleep.
Tonight on my run, I was truckin’ along, letting Kelly Clarkson set my pace.
”Don’t Waste Your Time" was on full blast and I was thisclose to busting out with, "DON’T WASTE YOUR TIME TRYIN’ TO FIX, WHAT I WANT TO ERASE, WHAT I NEED TO FORGET…." It’s a song I haven’t listened to in a long, long time but it felt good to keep pace with the song. That and the sunshine, my ponytail boppin’ along to the beat, it all felt good.
Then a car slowed down near me on the road. It stayed slightly ahead of me as I ran.
"Christ," was all I could think. What’s this going to be? Someone to make fun of me? Maybe say some inappropriate comment? This was going to be so embarrassing.
The car started to pull away before it stopped completely. As I approached, I noticed the window was down.
That’s when I saw them. An older couple - the husband driving and the wife in the passenger seat. The wife, who was closest to me, had the window rolled down.
"Excuse me, miss. I just wanted to tell you, you have the most beautiful hair," she said.
I was absolutely shocked. I had no idea what to say. I stopped briefly, jogging in place.
"Really - it’s just so pretty. We were watching you run - and I used to have beautiful hair like you. Not anymore though," she continued as she touched her hair, now short and gray, as she smiled.
I laughed, because when I have no idea what to say or do - that’s what I do. I laugh. So I laughed and thanked her - and then told her it’s a little damper now than I normally like to have it and they both laughed too. Then, they waved - told me to have a good day - and drove away.
The most random act of kindness in one of the most unexpected places and moments. The sun definitely was shining.
It was also one of the most ironic moments ever, because on Thursday I have an appointment with… some special doctor that I can’t remember the name of (ha!) who is going to meet with me about some hairloss issues I’ve been having. I really feel as if my hair is thinning quickly and it’s been bothering me for several months. After trying a few other solutions (thickening shampoos, biotin, blowing out my hair upside down, fish oil caps, etc) and from the advice of a friend’s dad, who is a doctor, I am going in to discuss the issue. Hey, I have health insurance - might as well use it, right?
My friend’s dad thinks there is a tiny chance that my hair loss issues, plus my excessive sweaty-ness (Lordy, Lordy is that an understatement of the year), plus my weight struggles might all be related to a very specific thyroid issue.
I’m definitely not walking in, expecting to be handed a pill and told all my weight issues are thyroid related. I am mainly going because of the hairloss concern… to see what I can do it help the issue. It’s a very awkward issue to have when you are only 27. And female.
But tonight, on the trail, as I was running along - the most unexpected compliment touched me in a very unexpected way. And if I’m being truthful - it made my night.
“I know I talk crap on being a twentysomething but I’m only half-kidding. In actuality, there’s no age I’d rather be. (Besides maybe seven years old because they don’t do anything besides eat ice cream and poop themselves. That sounds like an ideal life to be completely honest.)
Being in your twenties is all about discovering which things hurt you and what makes you feel good. You go in blindly, practically pricking yourself with a dull blade, and then you walk out with tougher skin. One day you’ll stop pricking yourself altogether. Maybe. I don’t know. How would I? I’m just a twentysomething, remember?
This is what your twenties are for — to feel and see as much as you can, to take advantage of not being tied down to anything and anyone and to go balls to the wall with everything that you do. You’re a raw nerve. You hate getting upset over little things, about being constantly unraveled by ignored text messages, parents, grades, and friends, but you have to remember something: you don’t know yourself entirely yet. Before the age of 20, you were mostly under your parents care, a reflection of what was going on around you. You didn’t have the option to make your own choices. You were merely living the life someone set out for you. Being in your twenties allows you to start carving out the life you want for yourself. Everything is on your terms now which seems daunting but is actually liberating. For the first time in your life you’re the boss.
It’s important to talk about why your twenties are great because it seems like we spend so much of our time wanting to be somewhere else other than where we are. Think about it. Why the hell are we in such a hurry to live some boring grown up adult life that we saw at a Crate & Barrel? Because once we do get there, we’re stuck for a long time. The novelty’s going to wear off, we’re going to get married and have babies, and everything will be amazing but don’t think for a second that you won’t be nostalgic for this time. Don’t think for a second that you’re not going to miss those nights you spent putting on your make up, changing five million times, drinking wine, smoking cigarettes out your apartment window, and going to some silly party, a party that feels like all the others you’ve been to but still has the right to feel special. You will miss all of this. This is a luxury. It’s going to leave us eventually so you better freaking enjoy it. You better enjoy every lame ass party, every awkward kiss, every 5 AM hangover, every drug experience, every crappy apartment, because one day it will all be gone and you’ll just be left with the pictures and the bruises and nothing else. Youth is fucking magic. Don’t you get it? Look at your skin! Touch it. Look at your smooth legs and stomach. Grab it. When you’re older, you’ll want all of this again so bad. You’ll possibly spend so much money to get some semblance of it back. Now it’s yours for free.
We’re not stuck. Even if it feels like we are, it’s not true. We’re the opposite of stuck. As twentysomethings, we’re constantly moving — apartments, relationship, cities, jobs. Anything is possible. People are ready for you. They want to hear what you have to say. They look at you and are curious about what words are going to come out of your mouth. You’re the new generation. What do you have to say? Don’t bite your tongue. One day you’ll be pushed aside for a younger “fresher” perspective so you better get it out now. Make a mark. Make a stain. Make something.
I want to remember the fear, I want to remember the promise, I want to remember the nights I wanted to curl up in a ball, I want to remember the people I’m not supposed to remember, I want to remember not knowing myself, I want to remember the moment I started to feel safe and like this life I’m leading is really mine. I’m going to be scared, I’m going to bruise my knees and not know how they got there, I’m going to try to fruitlessly forge a connection with someone who won’t ever get it, I’m going to lose the person that means the most to me and find my way back to them. I’m going to be a twentysomething because that’s what I am and all I know how to be. And you should too. You should love every single moment of this hot mess of a decade. Chances are you’ll miss it before you even get to say “I’m 30.”—Why Being In Your 20s Is Awesome, Thought Catalog.