So, Ragnar Relay Cape Cod. Where do I even begin? The fact that I ate more bread in a four-hour period than I had in two weeks (I’m talking heavenly delicious blueberry granola bread from When Pigs Fly)? Or that I got a total of 3 hours’ max of restless sleep? Or that I had three of the hardest runs in my life (or last four years) and pretty much was crying on leg #3, my second 9.6 trek? Or that I had an absolute blast and couldn’t stop laughing the entire trip?
Yeah, I don’t know where to begin either so let’s just start at the beginning. As I mentioned last Friday, I had completed a few of these Ragnar Relays in the past. As a matter of fact, I completed the Wasatch Back Relay, which was the inaugural Ragnar (it started back in 2003). When you tell someone that you are voluntarily paying to run between 15-22 miles and sit in a car for 24+ hours, they will probably think you are insane. I tried again and again to explain what would happen and why it was fun but it turns out you can’t comprehend what will go down on one of these trips – no matter how many posts and articles you read – until you have completed one.
First my heart goes out to Paris. What a terrible thing to happen, especially in one of the most public places in the city. I can only be entirely thankful that we were no longer in Paris when the shooting occurred. Yes, Paris. A trip that had been in the making since May ’16 when about 50+ people from November Project NYC signed up for the Paris Marathon. This was truly a sign of our culture – say yes to practically anything combined with a fear of FOMO. In the end only about half of those who signed up actually made the trek.
Hold up, wait a minute, we are past the middle of March and there seems to be no sign of spring in sight. We are flip-flopping outfits from day to day – one day dresses sans tights for it’s hitting the 60’s and then another we are bundled up with every last item of clothing to brave the single digit temps. So all around good times and good thing I didn’t actually put all of my winter clothes away a few weeks ago. That would have been stupid. (Just kidding, I actually did put all of my winter gear away only to drag it back out…)
Looks like I’ve been doing an excellent job at keeping my blog updated. Not. Maybe it’s a blogger burnout or a sugar crash that I’m experiencing right now maybe it’s too much screen time. Really though, who wants to go home after sitting in front of a computer and under florescent lights for 8+ hours, and then stare at another screen? Ok, to be honest, I actually go home and immediately have my nose in my phone while watching TV. (This generation is certainly going to have eye/back/neck problems and carpal tunnel. )
Another post that’s better late than never. The past year was spent traveling, running, and exploring all of New York – sounds a lot like year #1 and #2, right? To be honest, there wasn’t too much change. I continued to work for an awesome company, expanded my friendships within November Project, and squeezed as much out of my free time as possible. As I mentioned on the 31st, I learned a little bit more about myself, appreciated my body thanks to the I Run This Body movement, and learned when to let go. This last bit was tough in the sense of FOMO and friendships, but I realized (through many discussions and Elite Daily articles) that we can’t do it all and there comes a time in our lives that makes us realize what and who is important.
But here’s a look at what made my third year in New York City so wonderful and memorable.
Ho ho ho, the holidays are in full throttle with less than 1 week to go until Christmas Day. I must be losing it because I originally published this as the 15th not 16th. That has been updated. Well, I personally like the build up to the actual day of Christmas best but that’s just because when Christmas is over, we enter this dreary season of January and February chill. Anyways, both Christmas and Hanukkah happen fall around the same time period, which means celebrations at the same time for most people in the city! Our apartment is all decked out with a baby tree, stockings, Hershey’s candy, and pine-scented candles (though my mother does not approve). 😉 Here’s a little bit of what’s been going on in NYC this week.