A Lovely Life

No. It most certainly wasn't. Half marathon #2 is in the books and my hips HATE me today. Yesterday, I completed 13.1 miles in the Publix Half Marathon alongside my friends, Naomi and Noah with the support of The Kyle Pease Foundation. To say I wasn't ready is an understatement. I'm fairly confident that if either Naomi or I had said to one another, "Let's not do this", we probably would have bowed out. I hadn't trained enough, I knew my body was going to hate me (and it does) and with the business of the weekend, I was dehydrated and hadn't eaten. We got to the start and I made a point to take a quick look from the start line backwards to take in the sea of blue...it's one of my most favorite things to do at this event as it's a picture perfect reminder of all the hard work that's put into getting 40 athletes and 150 pushers to the start.  I found Naomi and as we spent 3 minutes waiting for the official "go ahead" all I k

If you know me, you know that the phrase, "I DON'T ADULT WELL!", comes out of my mouth or is sent via text a. lot. So today, when I got a call that I had been approved for an apartment, I did a little jig. And then when it really hit me, I cried tears of joy (shocking, I know). For most of you, this is not a big deal. An apartment? Pfft. Most people have their first apartment in their 20's. My path has been different and tonight, while a little embarrassed, I'm more so just immensely proud. This is the first time in my life where I haven't had to rely on another soul to have a roof over my head. No parents. No roommates. No kick ass, killer deals from friends. No boyfriends. Nope....just Helen (except for Brucey who is contributing $0 to the household, so I'm not counting him for these purposes).  I've done nothing in the last 14 months, but take risks. Scary, life changing risks and so many times I've doubted myself since, "I don't