Things that have happened since the last time I posted:
I wrote 85% of a race recap from the 25k back in June.
I decided to give up on finishing the race recap from the 25k back in June.
I crewed/paced a 100 miler. Emily ran Cascade Crest 100 last weekend and I had such a great time I enthusiastically wrote three pages of “lessons learned” at breakfast the next day. That post is DEFINITELY forthcoming. Promise. As soon as she fetches the list from wherever in her car I left it.
I got drunk and *almost* confronted my ex about his new S.O. a couple dozen times, and actually did it once. Wasn’t a very proud moment, but I can’t say I didn’t feel better after. We’ve talked about it since, and are on good terms.
I went on a few dates. This is legit my first time ever dating, and it’s pretty fucking weird. Weird and fun. Weird and scary. But I bet it was weirder in your early 20’s before you had anything other than college majors and entry-level jobs to small talk about. Anyway, my biggest fear about being “on the market” is accidentally hitting on a 17 year old.
I considered starting a new blog about dating after divorce. Remembered I can’t keep this one up to date, decided against it.
I settled into my new place. MY PLACE. Alllll mine. Well, mine and the dogs. And then mine, the dogs, and an eventual roommate when I come to the sad realization I can’t really afford the rent on my own… Anyone want to move in?
I stopped logging my miles. Ok actually I stopped keeping track a long time ago, but just recently stopped thinking about logging them. Not having an exact, to the decimal, number ready when someone asked how many miles I had on a pair of shoes felt like a real win in the Extreme Type A Recovery plan. Running feels like something I do for fun, for ME, not for my spreadsheet anymore.
I started oversharing in person rather than on the internet. It’s true I used to unabashedly tell tales of peeing on curbs and other embarrassing and private things on the blog, but in person I was never much of a sharer. Believe it or not. Somewhere, sometime, without realizing it though, that changed. Wanna hear my life story? Some of my feelings? Thoughts on second chances, reincarnation, or gun laws? Sit on down, let me strip off this old steely outer shell I don’t want anymore and tell you ALL ABOUT ALL OF IT.
I climbed a mountain. A real life volcanic mountain. South Sister summit – 10,358 feet. Only asked Emily if we could turn around like three times (and am obviously really glad we didn’t.) Probably the most Oregon thing I’ve done since moving here.
And on that note…
I called Oregon home. Multiple times. All the time. Every chance I get, really. BRB gotta go buy some more Birkenstocks and a Subaru.
So yeah, things are good. Really great, actually. I’ll try to check in more often from here on out, and be on the lookout for a Cascade Crest Crew Report sometime soon.