Things I Never Thought I’d Do

I’m a planner, always have been. Mapping out the agenda for my day keeps me sane. I like to know when I’ll be waking up, how long I’ll be at work for, what my dinner plans are, etc. My iPhone calendar provides a helpful glimpse at my month, but my moleskin notebook provides me ease of mind with my daily tasks. Life has changed immensely since graduating college and launching into a life in the real world. Over the past four years, there have been numerous changes in my personal life but let’s stick to the healthy living ones:

  • Doing laundry primarily because I’m out of sports bras and socks
  • Calling myself a Marathoner (or do I have to run more than one)
  • Going to the grocery store solely for grapes
  • Choosing an early run over sleep
  • Double-fisting green juice and Kombucha
  • Wondering if my yoga mat is so sweaty, it’s on the verge of dangerous
  • Baking a vegan pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving (Warning: bake another pie for upset male family members)
  • Having more running shoes than high heels
  • Cursing the world when I run out of Greek yogurt
  • Starting sentences with, “So this one time in yoga class…”
  • Receiving a yoga mat for my 20th birthday and a GPS running watch for my 22nd
  • Contemplating what flavor animal crackers are in the waiting room of my yoga studio
  • Budgeting for that pair of spinning shoes I’ve needed
  • Realizing the liquids I consumed that day were coconut water and lots of Pinot Noir

I’m traveling for work this week and next, which gives me little independence and control over my schedule. But I’m making peace with it. Don’t get me wrong, my to-do list is still going strong and my early rising ensues; however, I’m going with the motions of my team each day. After this week of Kentucky Fried Chicken eating out, a little appliance is calling my name…

What are some of your idiosyncrasies?

True life: I’m a Runner and Yogi

Professing myself a “runner” and “yogi” has been somewhat of an identity crisis over the years. To give you a short and sweet overview, I fell in love with running during my second year at the University of Virginia. Guess it was something about those monstrous hills…or more like the beautiful scenery and running culture. I’d still be caught on Grounds in my sneakers and running shorts, even though I was one of those pre-dawn runners—finishing my run hours before anyone else stirred in bed. I joined the yoga cult big time during my last year at UVa. Yoga and running were the perfect complements to each other.  Hill running allowed me to power through Vinyasa flows and sit strong in my Warrior poses. There’s little that yoga didn’t do for my running, but most importantly it allowed me to start easing into my hips. Pigeon, time and time again will still make me shed a tear. We have a complex love-hate-hate relationship.

Anyhoo. I labeled myself as a “runner,” but not until being accepted into the 2011 New York City Marathon did I fully believe I was one. Maybe I mistook “runner” and “marathoner” as synonymous? Fast forward: I moved to DC, trained for my first marathon on top of my first career, stopped doing yoga, injured my hip (yes the one that was opening up from yoga), couldn’t run for the month prior, finished my marathon in 3:57:03, etc. Miracle XVI of my life.

Though I was set on running another destination marathon this Fall, the ole’ hip did not bode well through the spring. My sneakers lay fallow as I relieved myself of the obligation to run. Rather, I went to spin classes, lifted weights, and grew to enjoy HIIT (high intensity interval training). Something seems off here, right? No running and no yoga? I expected to be pilloried for abandoning both my identities. But I really couldn’t run without pain, and I had not found a yoga studio I loved in DC. A few months of diverting questions about my upcoming races and recent mileage felt almost like a lifetime of mendacity. It’s incredibly disheartening to not have the experiences you identify with in your life.

Now fast forward a few months (insert remote noise), I’ve been self-practicing, attending as many yoga classes as I can fit in, and…running. I was coaxed out on a run with a friend and with volant legs, we finished four miles pain and anxiety-free. These two complements are again in place in my life. My limbs are aligned. And. I’m. Loving. It.

My two selves say “Good Morning”

How do you describe yourself?

Do you identify with your heritage, career, sport,etc?