So, I haven’t been progressing much on the running front. Let me tell you why….
It’s cold. Yes, this is totally the worst excuse ever. Ever. Most people like running in 40 degree weather. Me? No. I absolutely hate it. My thin southern skin isn’t use to cold for such a prolonged amount of time. I could do a 40 degree day every now and then back home, but every day? It’s just not for me, at all. I need that crisp 60 degrees. I yearn for it, actually. I have never been so effected by weather before. I want to go outside but then once I get out there I just want to come back in the house and curl up. It’s starting to frustrate me and I can tell the dog feels the same way. Today is the last day of winter and you wouldn’t know it, but at least I can start looking forward to warmer days.
The treadmill is a bore. So, since I haven’t been running outside I have been running on the dreadmill. At first I could handle it. I would close my eyes and think of my beautiful riverside running trail, but it’s starting to really get to me. I don’t know how people do it. Run and look at the same thing for 30 minutes. It nearly makes me go insane. I have been at least running 1-3 miles every other day on the treadmill, but lately I have been running only one. Simply because I get so bored that I’d rather mope around the grocery store just to get some human interaction.
Progress. It’s hard for me to want to train on the treadmill. Not only is it boring but it’s hard to get your pace right. I could sit there and change it constantly but, yuck. I don’t know how fast my body feels like going. Sometimes my body feels like running 7 mins/mile and sometimes it feels like running 11 mins/mile throughout my run. Its not something that I can really detect, when running outside my body just does it.
Once it starts to get warm I will start training again. As of right now, I’ll just stick to my 20 minute 2 miles on the dreadmill.
Lately homesickness has been really bad. I think of things I could/would be doing back home. Walking Molly by the river, going to the farmers market with Dan and Molly at Piedmont every Saturday, cooking lessons with my grandmother, focusing on my career, having lunch with mom on her off days, eating endless amounts of King of Pops, running outside, drinking Sweetwater on a patio, venturing up to the mountains for some boiled peanuts, home grown peaches, tomatoes, and corn. Publix fried Chicken. Sunday night game nights with the family. Hiking Kennesaw mountain. Walking around Atlanta. The food truck park. Newtown (FREE) dog park (I think I speak for Molly on this one too). Braves opening day (I can’t imagine how sad I am going to be come GATech football season). I could probably go on and on and on and I’m sure I will in my head. I just wish it hasn’t been so hard on me. Daniel seems to be getting along just fine. I just kinda feel alone in it a little bit. I just hope that it warms up soon so that I’ll be somewhat cured from missing home so much.
I guess I never thought about how much I would actually miss my home. I was told I would, but I have gained more pride about my roots than I ever thought I would. Most people who live in/around the metro area of Atlanta are transplants, and sure, I grew up outside of the perimeter but I am a true blue Georgia Peach. I made small trips to Atlanta with my parents for sporting events/the Olympics and explored Atlanta before I even had a license thanks to my older boyfriend at the time. I remember falling in love with it. Specifically Piedmont Park, in which my love affair will never end. I knew I would miss the people, but I also knew I was happy to be leaving some people behind. As a whole, I miss that city and I have more Atlanta pride than I ever did when I lived there. I don’t specifically know why. I suppose that with most things you don’t really know what you’ve got until its gone. I love Atlanta, and I want to eventually end up back there but if given the chance to go back home and stay right now, I probably wouldn’t take it. Not because I don’t love my city, but because I get the chance to see something else and explore different places, meet different people, see different cultures. I may seem slightly miserable at times, and yes Atlanta will always be the best city in the world to me, but I am actually quite happy. St. Louis is so very different. It’s got old town charm and some killer parties. The neighborhoods here are just incredibly interesting. Every one specializes in something, it seems. I still haven’t explored enough of St. Louis to sing about it’s wonderful offerings, but I know that I will like it here. It’s just such a different way of living. Wide open spaces are definitely hard to come by unless you go way outside the city. Houses are built right on top of each other. It’s like Virginia Highlands but EVERYWHERE and much older. I still really haven’t gained enough confidence to just go out and drive around by myself. If I go anywhere alone it is usually the mall or the grocery store. I imagine this will change once I get a job or finally get use to the multiple highways. St. Louis is surely growing on me, but I won’t ever miss the chance to proudly sport my Braves hat, do the chop, and represent my city.
Olympic Park Bricks
and the hommme of the BRAAAAVES! lol
Ok, so lets be honest here. Some of you know that Husband and I had made a New Years Resolution to run at least a mile everyday of 2013 if not more. Well, we did so well up until the day we moved. Daniel was so hellbent on doing it the day we drove. He could have done it if his lady counterpart (being me) didn’t wimp out and want to rest after driving so far. Between driving that long 9 hours, getting unpacked, entertaining our parents and showing them our new city, and Husband starting his new job immediately, we completely failed. Time was so precious those 4 days my parents were here. I wanted to spend every waking moment with them while showing them my new cool place to live. As a jobless stay at home wife, I have been able to keep it up since then. I took the dog with me on reasonably warmer days and I run a mile or two on the treadmill every week day. This weekend I am going to try and encourage Husband to jump back on the wagon with me.
St. Louis has so far been so good to us. We’ve already met some really cool people. There are so many things to do and places to see that I haven’t really been able to get homesick because I still feel like this is somewhat of a vacation. It still feels like I could hop in the car and drive 30 minutes to see my parents. My most feared part about this whole feeling is when it ends. Another scary part about this is when I get a job I can’t just get up and go home whenever I need or want to. I guess I have to get over that soon because I cannot keep my career on track by sitting around in a housecoat cleaning all day. Anyway, I have had fun being a stay at home wife for now. My house is always clean, my laundry always done, my dog has become my best friend. I’m only ever stressed when I try new things for dinner. I will say that it is pretty dang cold up here. We have had some stray warm days that reached 50’s and 60’s which was nice but everyday since those have gone, we have woken up to 19 degree weather. As a lot of you know, cold weather like that makes the motivation level drop VERY low. Today, I am getting out of the apartment for a little while. I have some Loft gift cards that need to be spent and some accumulated Christmas money that Francesca’s is begging me to spend.
Bundled up for a walk!
Hope Y’all are having a HAPPY Thursday!
I never saw myself leaving Atlanta. In fact, I’m as Atlanta proud as they come. I have lived here all my life. I have a LOVE AFFAIR with this city. Host of the 1996 Olympics, residence of Greg Maddux, David Justice, Javy Lopez and the rest of the 1995 World Series winning Braves, home of the Falcons, the Hawks, Georgia Tech, Dragon*Con, King of Pops, beautiful mountainous regions just north….so on and so forth. I always imagined my life here in Atlanta with a nice, well-sized house in the suburbs (or Virginia Highlands) with my perfect children, and my 9-5 working husband. I can totally see myself in a 50’s dress holding a freshly baked pie as he walks in the door and kisses me dearly. Sad, I know… too much Leave it to Beaver I guess. I suppose it just never occurred to me that my life could be, would be turned around and flipped upside down.
When Daniel first told me his best career path was probably going to be in St. Louis the only thing that came to my mind was that horrid Nelly song in which their lives consist of shooting people, smoking dope, dealing drugs, and/or living off welfare… etc., etc. (good thing I have a few options when it comes to what I can do with my career when we move) HAHA definitely kidding! I’ve honestly never heard too many positive things about St. Louis. So, I began doing my own research. I spoke with people who have been there, lived there, had friends that lived/live there and I actually became curious. It really didn’t seem that bad, it was actually intriguing. Like the forbidden fruit of my life. Daniel’s offers began to roll in. Most of the offers he received in Atlanta were no where near as awesome as the out of town offers he was given. He had a couple of other choices in states like California and Texas that we ended up turning down for various reasons. Apparently, St. Louis still held the key to unlock the door to Daniel’s best career path. Decision making unfortunately came down to the wire on my Birthday.
We were sitting at the sushi bar at Benihana. Sipping green tea and debating our options while stuffing ourselves with my favorite sushi. I’d have to say it was the most exciting and most depressing birthday of my life (Happy 25th Birthday Kelly! You have the joy of leaving all your family and friends behind!!!!). In the moment I was excited, high-fiving Daniel as we made the decision to go to St. Louis. As we begin to prepare for our departure in 8 short weeks, I find more reasons to go, followed by more reasons why I wish we would stay. As it is all happening, I am beginning to realize that this conflict in my head is going to be a never ending battle. Stay, Go, Stay, Go will always haunt me. I am very excited that my little comfort space of Atlanta has been shaken and that now I have to take off and soar. I need to see what this world has to offer me. Maybe I will miss home, but maybe I will also become great.
Being that Halloween is around the corner and everyone loves a good story, I thought that this would be the appropriate time to tell mine. I like to believe that there is a place for all of Gods creatures in the Kingdom of Heaven, but I have also heard of what some people refer to as the “in-between” or maybe it is just a small second of one strange happening. My story is not of a vengeful spirit or the mysteries of a haunted Ouija board. My story is such a miniscule happening that I’m sure a cynic would dissect it, come up with explanations, and write it off. However, I believe it is something special. I think it is strange that I never thought to write about it until now. My story starts on the absolute worst day of my life so far. Most of you know that this was the day I lost my furry best friend. The day I had to make the worst decision I have had to make yet.
I was in a dizzy haze. I walked out of the cold room and my sight was blurred from the salty streams that stained my face. Pain was evident in ever part of my being. As I walked into the waiting area other pet owners gave me the look, I know that at least half of them have been in my shoes. At that point, I did not feel like I had made the right decision. Nothing felt right about watching my once energetic, fun loving, little boy drift off into a permanent sleep. Guilt came over me, the hurt was unbearable. Just thinking about where he went after he fell to sleep. He was just gone and it all happened so quickly. I headed to the car and the vet tech came out with my little boy wrapped up nicely in a blue blanket. I sat up front while my mom cradled him in her arms as we drove off.
The ride was painfully silent. I was out of tears, but the hurt remained solid as I began to think about how he was just fine about a week ago. I just couldn’t understand why he had to leave me so soon. Just when we were turning off of 575 is when it happened. My mom’s phone began to bark, it was the ringtone from her IPhone. I was so angry. What was she doing back there? How could she be playing with her phone like that? Nobody said anything and we kept driving on. I had forgotten about the incident it until the next day when mom came up to me talking about how weird the car ride was. The look on her face told me that she had nothing to do with the barking on her phone. I asked her how her phone could have done that. There was no way, her phone was on silent and she doesn’t even have the barking ringtone set to anyone or anything. It was also locked with her number code when she put it in her purse, so there was no way buttons could have been accidentally pressed. I stood there in shock. It is my firm belief, without a glimmer of a doubt that Turbo was telling us goodbye and that he was safe. Sometimes I think I see him out of the corner of my eye, or that I feel him next to me on the floor while I am writing. I am not one who believes in ghosts, but I do believe that he is with me always.
Do you have an unusual or paranormal story?
It has been quite some time since my last post. Husband and I have been extremely busy with October fun and not so busy with our “marathon training” which has been put on hold since my #1 motivator has also been busy with setting up our future. There is something to be said for people who already have it all figured out. A nice house, white picket fences, steady jobs, babies. We just haven’t reached that point yet, I don’t really think I want to, yet. We aren’t exactly able to plant our feet because at this point we have no idea where we’ll end up. I never really thought that leaving Georgia was an option. At first I thought absolutely not, but the more I think about it the more accepting I become of the idea, the more I ask myself “why not?” My only set back really, is leaving my family, friends, familiarity, Georgia Tech Football. 😉 I began thinking about where we would live here in Georgia and of course it does depend on where Daniel gets a job and where my job is right now, but do I really want to stay in my hometown for the rest of my life or do I want to get out there and experience life elsewhere for a change? There are one or two things that really get me. I see my mom and dad as often as possible, so Daniel must have the funds to send me to their house at least every month. That’s probably asking way too much. What happens if/when I get pregnant? Do I really want to have/raise our baby outside of our home state? Regardless, at least one of our kids is going to Georgia Tech. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure they don’t sell Georgia Tech anything outside the perimeter of Atlanta, but we’ll make them fans somehow. 😉 So, my fix to all of this is that when we decided to have children or at least when they become school age we would move back to Georgia, but there is just no guarantee that anyone would have a job for Daniel or me back here in Georgia when we decide its time to move back. Right now my thought is that we potentially have the chance to go experience other places, people, and sights. I just can’t imagine passing the chance to do that. There is no tie down right now, no baby, no mortgage, we are pretty much free to do and go where ever. Which is the absolute ideal situation for leaving Georgia. Who knows, we might have the decision made for us.
We have had so much fun this Fall (my absolute FAVORITE season of all). We have spent the last two weekends in Cabins in the mountains. For our first anniversary we went to Gatlinburg, TN and for my Dad’s birthday we stayed in Blue Ridge at the most beautiful cabin I have ever been to. The only thing we have left to do is our Cash Family Pumpkin Carving Bonanza! AKA what we all call BYOP (Bring Your Own Pumpkin). Dan and I still need to make a trip up to a pumpkin patch to retrieve our perfect carving pumpkins. I will (promise) to absolutely make a post after this yearly tradition (I always do) because it is so very special to me.
Last years Pumpkins!
Have a great weekend!