Ah, 2015. I’ve been thinking about how to start this for a while now, not completely sure of where to begin. This last year—2014—was a whirlwind. Even today, I can hardly wrap my head around it.
I moved cities.
I got married.
I changed my name.
I traveled for 18 days in Croatia.
I started a new job – one that’s exciting but that challenges me every moment of every day.
I had the pleasure of welcoming a nephew into the world.
And then, just a few short months later, we welcomed another one.
And watched a few others grow.
I was surrounded by so much love and joy and stress and sadness that at times, I didn’t know how to manage it all.
And then, I got a cat, and learned that even on the roughest of days when life feels impossible, there is still room to smile. And laugh. Sometimes like a little girl.
Yep, 2014 was packed to the brim – right up to the end, with a family trip to Vieques, Puerto Rico, where I finally had a moment to reflect and, more importantly, to breathe.
I’d be lying if I said I was a rockstar with my blog over the course of 2014, but the truth of the matter is I don’t know when, where or how I could have possibly squeezed any more in. There were days when I’d come home from work—sometimes after 8 or 9 in the evening—and while I knew I needed to publish something (anything!), the last thing I wanted to do was any more work.
It’s sad to me, really, that the outlet I created just two short years ago to share all my running stories, personal triumphs, and lofty goals somehow evolved into a chore. This year, I’d like to change that. But to do so, I’ll need to change some things too.
As I transition into a new year, I plan on writing not more, but more often. Short anecdotes, filled with frustrations and accomplishments, things I want to do and things I’d rather not. Recipes. Runs. Cool places I find as I continue to explore Philly, my new home. Thing I learn about all the new parts of my life – being an aunt of five, a friend of many, and a wife of one.
So, here goes…
I spent the last week in Vieques, Puerto Rico. I imagined I’d have trouble unplugging and unwinding, but when push came to shove, I actually took to this week of relaxation like a fish to the Caribbean.
Vieques itself was absolutely stunning, but unfortunately had few places of beauty to run. In all honesty, I probably could have made a bigger effort. Most runner-friendly paths were a short drive away though, and with just six days to relax, there were just a few things I preferred to do than run.
One thing I’ve learned in the last year is that, on vacation, it’s important not to sweat the small things – and running, during such an occasion, is just that. Sweaty and small. It’s certainly less adventurous than snorkeling among brilliantly neon fish, taking a walk along the beach at sunset, or trying some delicious local cuisine.
So, while the only real run I took was around a somewhat tattered neighborhood—and during those three short miles I managed to get chased by a terrifying, rabid, and leash-less dog—I just didn’t care. I filled my days instead with sunscreen, books (Cat’s Cradle and The Secret Life of Bees; both great reads), and piña coladas. A fine way to ring in the New Year, if you ask me.
While I’m a tad sad to be back in Philadelphia and not sitting on an exquisite beach, I am excited for what this year will bring. After seven years of running nearly every morning, I already know that I’ll see beautiful sunrises, feel tired morning legs, and revel in a sense of accomplishment before the clock strikes 8 a.m. What I’m really excited for though are the unforeseen moments that have yet to make themselves known.