Joy: New Leaves: 5 days later.

I just couldn’t get myself to write on Sunday, or Monday, or Tuesday….you get the point. Its Thursday night and I’m finally feeling like I’ve turned over a new leaf.

I don’t know if it is the closeness of a 3 day weekend, a brief break from homework, or getting out of work a little early tonight, but I’m finally starting to feel like I can breathe again. The rain last week did not help me, I had a Twins game planned for Saturday, forgetting that my dad was also flying in and I should pick him up from the airport. So when the game was rescheduled for rain I was able to squeeze in a drink with friends, and picking up dad. Then I was off to a coworker’s house warming party, only to head home early for a cousin’s baby shower the next day. All fun things, but a little too much running around.

I’m hoping I can finally learn not to schedule multiple things each day of the weekend. Until that happens, I’m thankful that my friends and family put up with my crazy.

And with that, I’ll see you in 3 days when I’m supposed to post these darn “Joy” posts. If you didn’t remember my New Years Resolution/Word of the Year, is “joy” i’m trying to remind myself to find the good things in life.

 

Uff da. It has been a week.

My laptop hasn’t been on since Tuesday. I have bills to pay, mail to sort, and definitely some laundry that needs to be done. I had something scheduled each night this week, and they were all good things that I didn’t want to cancel. But evening plans and overtime at work mean that something has to slip. And for me that was organization and relaxation.

At home with the monsters

I finally visited At Home with the Monsters, a special exhibit at the Minneapolis Institute of Art (or MIA as they have rebranded). I took quite a few photos, so if you see things that aren’t usually part of my “brand” (worst word, but what else do you call it?) the photo is probably from this exhibit.

My goal all week was to not make plans for Friday night. And i succeeded! I worked until 6, and was eating pizza in sweatpants by 7. Lights were out at 10, and of course I woke up at 6:30 am without an alarm. Depending on the rain I will attending the Twins game this afternoon, but should the game be cancelled I see some cleaning in my future.

It’s a pretty thrilling life. Try to hold on. (please read in sarcasm if you didn’t already).

 

Joy: St. Paul

 

Lately I have wondered what would have happened if I had waited longer and found a job in Aitkin or Brainerd. Where would life have taken me?

naughty greek saint paul

My apartment is tiny, but I can walk to multiple businesses and neighborhoods. Walking from place to place is a little trickier up north. The trade off is the peace and quiet. Sure small town drama may exist, but it also exists in the cities.

I have no idea how long I will live in the cities, which is one of the reasons why I have resisted searching for a more spacious apartment. But I do have a love for St. Paul, it may never match the love I feel for Aitkin, but I don’t expect it to be able to reach that level in two years compared to what I felt for over twenty years.

P.S. a short post this week because I have a lovely 6 page paper to write, and a group presentation to finish, my final Economics class is on Tuesday, and then I will be officially done with the MBA program in August!

Does it Ever End?

Good job –  Done! Will I ever hear these words?

I feel like I have so many goals for myself, yet there isn’t an end in sight.

sidewalk chalk

Sunday evening I went for a walk with a friend. We never specify the route, just turn as we feel and explore new parts of the neighborhood. We came across a 300 piece hopscotch board. While I didn’t participate in it, I loved the tenacity of the creator.

As we strolled the board I assume it would end at 25, then 100, then 200, and never assumed they would go all the way to 300. The path got longer, and longer, and longer.

So while some of my goals seem farther and farther and farther away. Maybe that is okay. Maybe the payoff will be sweeter in the end. Until then, I need to celebrate how far I have come. I have started on a path, it may not lead me where I am initially intending, but it will get me somewhere.

And if I don’t get where I want to go, I will just keep going!

What journey are you on?

How many spaces are in your hopscotch boards?

Joy: Interested

After a long week of work I never know if I want to go home, eat pizza, drink wine and go straight to bed, or if I want to get out and have some fun! Last week I hit “interested” on a fundraiser for Be the Match with Jackson and the Roosters performing.

jackson and the roosters

I’ve been meaning to see the band play, but with most shows starting after 10 pm, well there wasn’t much of a chance for me going out. Friday’s event had a 7:30 start time. Friends of mine are supporters of Be the Match in memory of their father. It was so great to get together, enjoy dinner and drinks, and support a good cause!

We probably wouldn’t have gotten together if I hadn’t selected “interested” on Facebook. Its a small button, not a commitment. I could have bailed after a busy week and gone to bed early. Instead I got to see friends, a great band, and got out of my usual routine a bit.

Do you use Facebook events often?

Whats your normal Friday night routine?

Run for the Lakes 2017 Recap

I have officially ran my slowest 10k to date, I teared up at mile 2, and my foot hurt the entire time. Yet, I’m glad I ran. The morning started chilly, but thankfully I have ran enough races to trust that the weather will improve.

woods slow children at play sign

Given that the race was in Nisswa I knew plenty of people running, a friend from the MBA program also ran, but she was a speedster compared to me. Instead I had 6 miles of basic solitude. Me, the road, my headphones.

  1. I always tell myself the worst mile is the first mile. My body was adjusting and warming up.
  2. A band was playing somewhere in Mile 2 or 3, and out of no where I started tearing up. Part of being a back of the pack runner usually means that you miss out on the crowds, but they still played for us.
  3. I finally started to warm up, I wasn’t in as much pain as I thought I would be, everything seemed manageable.
  4. Nothing to note, which is a wonderful thing!
  5. Meeting a runner I had watched be in the front of me for the first 3 miles, and suddenly we were besides each other, and then I was pulling ahead.
  6. Knowing not to sprint it out at the roundabout. The final stretch is deceptively long, and I’ve burned out to early before. This time I finished with a little gas in the tank, and sore legs.

Next? 13.1 in June! My plan is to run 2, 4, and maybe 6 mile runs between now and then. With a month and a half until Grandma’s Half I hope to have a good race as long as I stay healthy!

Have you been a back of the pack runner?

Favorite music to listen to while running?

Joy: Turning 29

Today is my birthday, and as a gift to myself I wrote this a few days in advance so I can truly enjoy the weekend and not wonder when I am going to write a blog post.

rose champagne w minneapolis

I used to have a clear idea of what I would have accomplished by the age of 30. I saw my late twenties as a time to get stuff done and work towards big things. And I have definitely gotten stuff done, but I haven’t seen the big payoff, and I don’t know if I will in the next year.

My brain has a lot of tabs open, all with different goals. I’ve accepted myself as a slow runner, but I’m not willing to give up my running goals. I’m a social media addict, but I am starting to question whether I will actually work in marketing. I tend to chose the clear path, and until a clear path emerges, I will take baby steps in all directions.

Baby steps are slow. They are frustrating. You’re learning and watching others who have no problem walking/running towards their goals. So I’m hoping in this next year, instead of taking baby steps. I’ll dance.

Do you have goals for certain ages?

What do you do when you don’t meet the goals?

Run for the Lakes 10k Plan 2017

Running used to be a huge activity for me. When I lived in Duluth I frequently ran 3-5 miles each workout throughout the week. Living in Aitkin I still exercised frequently. Teaching yoga sculpt, coaching the dance team, and training for triathlons ensured my base level fitness was fairly decent.

These days I workout approximately 2-3 times per week. Sometimes I’m at yoga, sometimes I’m running, and other times all I can manage is a good walk. I had hoped with signing for the Garry Bjorklund Half Marathon (aka Grandma’s half) that I would get back into the routine this spring.

The routine has not been found. Between work stress, school, and slight injuries my workouts have not been improving as I would have hoped. So instead of running a 10k on Saturday morning, I’ll be getting through a 10k. I ran 4 miles at the beginning of April with a close friend, and I can accomplish 2 more miles, but my pace is going to be in the 13 min mile range.

And that is going to have to be okay. I’m still planning on going to Grandma’s half in June. If I keep a low mileage, injury free base these next 6 weeks, I can complete 13.1. Who knows, maybe this fall I can return to the Twin Cities 10 Miler as a newly graduated MBA and really celebrate?

What would you do?

Would you drop out of the races because your training is not there?

Or stubbornly push through because you’ve paid and committed?

 

Joy: Celebrations

This time next week I will be a year older. I spent the weekend doing only fun things, plus quickly cleaning my bathroom before church Sunday morning.

Saturday I went to yoga, a twins game, and a bonfire. I didn’t accomplish any of my to-do list, which will make for a long Monday, but thats okay. Today I cleaned up for church, went for a walk with my family, and I will be starting the official birthday celebrations with dinner. My dear friend and I always go somewhere to celebrate our April birthdays, and this year is The Lexington! I am so excited to check out the renovated space.

 

How do you celebrate special occasions? One big event? Or smaller things with different groups of people?

Mixed Signals: a dating update

I’m a ruler follower. At work I’m known for knowing the official answer, what we are actually doing, and what we should be doing. Ambiguity is not something I enjoy, but I’ve accepted that it is a part of life. However, I can only put up with it in the dating world for so long.

Ghosting, the act of simply not responding and becoming invisible to someone isn’t nice, but it can be nicer than stringing someone along. If you don’t intend to see them again, tell them. Now if you both don’t reach out after a date, I don’t think you need to reach out to let the person know you specifically don’t want to see them.

Overscheduling, I recently met a man who loves to say yes….only to cancel the hour of a plan. Sure work is busy, and sure you are tired, but you know your schedule better than I know your schedule. Don’t agree to something if it isn’t feasible.

Popping, Pop! Out of no where you appear, and then just as quickly you disappear. And then reappear, and then disappear. The good news is that when you are around you are open and honest. The bad news is, just when I start to get comfortable, you’re gone.

Mystery, I’m not sure how this happened, or when it started, or how to proceed. I don’t know what you want, or what I want, or how this could play out.

Going Forward: I’m currently busy enough with school, work, working out, friends, and family that I don’t really see how more dating can fit into the schedule. So for those I’m talking to, great! For those I might meet along the way, wonderful! But adding to the current mixed signals seems like a bad idea.

How do you respond to confusion? Do you hash it out, or go with the flow and figure it out along the way?