Hi all! I had planned to do some comprehensive posts of all my life changes, because I’m finally ready to unveil them but I’ve been busier than I though lately and that coupled with lack of good internet time just meant that I couldn’t do anything with the blog. I definitely can’t promise that I’ll update regularly even now because I still haven’t subscribed to an internet service yet.
If I ever though that last year was the year of changes for me, 2011 went out and proved it all wrong. I’d have to say that, while 2010 brought really good accomplishment changes, 2011 has tested me. Especially this past summer I don’t really like to post lots of personal stuff here so I’m not going to go into detail BUT the major life changes that hit me were
- Ending of my job. It was only a year long position so I knew that it would end. In the late spring/early summer I started looking for a job. Except no one in RI is hiring. No bueno.
- The death of my grandfather on July 3rd. I wasn’t ever going to mention it on the blog but it was very unexpected in the way that he died (he went into surgery which he had a 10% chance of surviving, made it through(!!) and then crashed 6 days later when they went to lower his BP meds) and it hit me wayyyyy harder than I thought it would. I know that it took up a lot of my mental energy from May (when I found out he needed surgery) until now.
- Boy drama. Definitely not going to post that stuff here but it definitely affected my mood / brain energy.
- Moving. To Texas. Remember when I came here last August? Yeah, I fell in love with the state. I knew when I came back last year that I’d be there in 12 month. On August 17th, 2011 I hopped on a plane. Here I am. Everything about the move was stressful: From saying good bye to friends (although I did through myself a kick ass goodbye party) to how to pack up my stuff, to what I definitely needed to bring, and what I needed to get when here as my original (and fully furnished) apartment fell through and I ended up crashing on a couch for the first 7 nights I was here.
There were good stuff too to the summer. I went to the beach twice, learned how to salsa dance, took a VACATION, connected with people, got really into karaoke etc. But the bad weighed me down. But I’m here. I made it through the summer alive. Even though the above stresses aren’t gone (still looking for a job, still get teary eyed occasionally thinking of Papa, adjusting to moving to a place on a gut feeling) and new stresses have cropped up (how do I figure out the DART system because I don’t have a car?) I feel good. As Ian Malcolm said
All major changes are like death. You can’t see what is on the other side until you get there.
I had no idea what to expect when I got here. I couldn’t even speculate what to expect. I kept thinking I didn’t have any friends or family or anyone here. And that I was moving to a new state 100% on my own. But I discovered that Texans won’t hear of that and I have friends here that I didn’t know I could count on the way I can and actually have been counting on. I’m so not alone.
Now that I’m here, I LOVE it and feel silly for feeling so scared before I left (I was debating not hopping on my plane). Except for the AC. I’ve NEVER lived with it before. And I’m chilly. Like, way chilly. My sister looked at me crazy when I packed sweaters to move to Texas, in August, but I’m sitting here in the apartment complex office freezing. I’ll go out in a few hours and sit by the pool (after getting another round of job applications going) so I guess it’s all good. I almost feel like a menopausal woman…almost.
As you probably figured I have been running. And have been the entire time I’ve been here. Typically I’ve done a mix of some runs around sunrise, where temps are in the upper 80s, and some around 1800, where temps are in the 100+* range.
At first the running was nothing major mileage wise, I just didn’t have the routes / feel comfy enough to really explore (even with my Mace). So my weekly miles have been taking a hit, because my runs ranged from 5-8 the first week and a half. The paces were slightly faster than back home, which was surprising. Not by much but there wasn’t the “holy moly it’s hot let’s walk” thing that I’d have expected from the get-go. Now that my legs are getting used to ~40 miles less per week (the last 4 weeks have been 101, 85, 65, 62) I’d expect to go faster.
And who knows. I certainly plan on ramping up my miles and racing, which means I do expect to get faster/back into racing shape. I’ve signed up to join the Dallas Running Club, which as part of it you get to do 8 of their races (first one for me is Saturday!) and discounts on 3 others. I think I’ll be in training sooner rather than later. Especially since I’ve joined an informal running group to train with that one of my friends from RW hooked me up with (they are / were part of the DRC training group but wanted something more relaxed for group runs) and did a LR with them this past weekend and plan on joining them to run twice this upcoming week.
And since this post is getting long and I have more to say, I’m going to break it off here. The next post will have the specific workouts I’ve done since getting here and why I think I’ll be training for something in the near-ish future despite my proclamations of not racing the rest of 2011 because 2011 can suck it (see above for why it hasn’t been good).
Again: LOVE IT. Everything just feels right despite the heat wearing me down at the end of the day; I’m typically asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. And the sun rises so late here! I guess I’m not in Kansas (or RI) anymore…