A Few Things I’d Like to Know…
|September 18, 2012||Posted by Lauren under LifeontheRun|
Random musings on this rainy Tuesday morning. Some serious, others not so much….
I’d like to know…
How this amazing state seems to change every single day.
I’ve only been here for a few months, but I have already seen Vermont move through several seasons — each one more beautiful than the last. The flowers of spring, the rich green of summer and now, the firey reds of fall. I swear I wake up every day to see more color in the leaves. I’m in awe.
Yes, I’m talking about how much I love Vermont again. I just can’t help myself.
Don’t worry. You can all laugh at me during the 567889 days of endless winter.
Speaking of which…
Why, as a people, when we first discover something new, do we act as if we are the first person who has ever had that revelation/experience/life change?
I do this all the time. For instance, Vermont. I simply cannot shut up about how much I love this state. And Evan and I like to think we’re the first people who have gotten married here, fallen in love with the state, and moved EVEN THOUGH we know of other couples who got married at the same Inn we did and moved here soon after. Not to mention the fact that other people have lived in Vermont for years/their whole entire lives. I’m sorry. I know deep down that this is obnoxious, but I just can’t help myself. I need to preach about the wonders of Vermont and how everyone should move here (…but not really, because I sort of like it how it is in all its unpopulated glory).
I see people doing the same thing when they first become runners or first give up meat. We get it. Running and vegetarianism changed your life. I’d like to think that they have a sense of how annoying this is (and realize that running for only a year or two [or less!] does not, in fact make them experts), but like me and Vermont…they just can’t help themselves.
How something can be so delicious and so disgusting at the same time?
Candy corn and I have a love/hate relationship. Especially when combined with peanuts or…if you’re all out of nuts, peanut butter.
I swear it’s delicious
And on a related note, why I allow myself to eat so much candy corn that I make myself sick. There aren’t many things on this earth that I “binge” on. I have a strong sweet tooth for sure, but I can usually control myself to some degree. I don’t even really like most types of candy. But when it comes to these little waxy nuggets? I just can’t help myself. Someone please tell me how to break this addiction because Evan is just about ready to send me to rehab. And it’s only September.
Candy corn hangover — even Koli is concerned for my well-being
Why dubstep is so freakin’ great to run to.
I’m sure the artists weren’t creating songs with straight-edged marathoners like me in mind (in fact, I’m pretty sure my youngest sister, a dubstep enthusiast and part-time music promoter, is secretly mortified that her un-cool older sister is listening to her “underground” music), but I do know that I’m grateful. I can’t tell you why I love it so much. It’s basically the same beat and the same 5 words repeated over and over again. But whenever I’m in need of a pump up song, this is what is playing on my iPod.
How long runs can be so cathartic.
While listening to aforementioned song on my 17 mile run yesterday, I randomly started to cry. Not because I was in pain or suffering (that came later at about mile 12), but because I was lost in my thoughts. One thought led to another and suddenly the weight of all the fear and frustration that is affecting some members of my family crashed down on me and I found myself unable to hold back the tears. It’s a good thing I run on lonely country roads, because between the ugly tears I had streaming down my face and the weird noises coming out of my mouth, I’m sure I was quite the sight.
And then, as quickly as the feelings came on, they passed…leaving me feeling instantly lighter.
How the distance between 16.6 and 17.0 miles can sometimes seem so insurmountable.
Due to a miscalculation on an out-and-back portion of my run (math is hard when you’re tired and dehydrated), I got back to my house at precisely 16.6 miles…which, as you know, is not quite the same as 17. But at that moment, I was ready to call it a day. I mean, it’s close enough right? In all reality, I don’t think I’m getting any actual fitness gains from running that extra 0.4 miles. But mentally? That’s another story. Which is why, in the end, I forced myself to crawl past my house and run around the neighborhood like a crazy person until the Garmin beeped at 17 miles. I hated every single extra step that seemed to drag out forever. But what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger…right?
How my new marriage will be impacted by the adoption of a 24 year old child and her cute little puppy friend.
Prettiest waitress in all of Vermont
Okay, so I didn’t technically adopt her. But one of my sisters has moved in with Evan and I because she’s attending a nearby grad school. So far, it’s been nice to have a friend around (something I’m sort of lacking these days…what you get when you move to a town where the population is in the double digits and the average age is 75) and my saint of a husband doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, I think the two of them get along better than Caitlin and I do. Let’s just hope she doesn’t want to kill Evan and I after only a few months…
Koli is appreciating the friendship too.
Why the people I love have to live so far away.
I still haven’t been able to get down to Florida to visit this cute little nugget. She’s growing bigger every day and I just know she needs some Aunt LB in her life immediately.
So in love with those chunky cheeks
And my parents, who came up at the end of last week for a visit and didn’t stay for nearly long enough. Related: why, at 28 years old, do I still feel depressed after my parents leave. I promise I love my husband. I just want everyone I love to live in the same place.
When you visit us in Vermont, we take you to the cheese factory. Life is exciting here.
How the heck I allowed myself to be talked into running an ultra relay the weekend after NYCM with 5 other crazy ladies?
Amazing team photo designed by the super talented Sarah OUaL
Read more info about the team <– post by OUaL
Okay, actually I do know…but that’s a story for another post.
I have never raced the weekend after a marathon. And I’ve never done an ultra relay (i.e. 200 miles with only 6 people, instead of 12). An ultra relay with some speedsters who are gunning for a win. This is either going to be the best double ever or the worst decision I’ve ever made. Stay tuned…