What I’ve been waiting for…

3 days 10 hours and 47 minutes until I reunite with one of my dearest friends.  It’s been over a year since we have seen each other for more than an hour during two layovers at DIA.  While I would not trade those for anything, I have missed her dearly.  It’s not like we don’t talk; it’s rare that we go a day without some form of communication.  But when I got used to seeing her everyday on campus or every 6 months in the couple years after college, I can’t take this extended separation.

She is one of a few that I can just be in the company of and feel completely at ease.  No need to talk the entire time, but just being in her presence makes me happy.  The bonus of this trip is some quality explore Idaho time.  I have been let down in the past months for possible hiking trips and just a general lack of other people wanting to explore the outdoors (funny, I live in CO I should be able to find those people…).  I keep getting my hopes up about people going to yoga with me or joining in on hikes only to have it not work out.  And this constantly happens in Denver.  I should know better.  But this trip is going to be about reuniting with my constant and enjoying our time together exploring her new state of residence.  I.can’t.wait.

Lucky

I’m blessed to have a fair amount of friends around the globe doing some amazing things.  Keeping in touch with them is important and I try to do my part to support the failing USPS.  I may be a little selfish since most respond with a postcard from their respective state/city/country.  But I’ve known empty mailboxes and how much a personal letter means when you’re in a city all alone.

I recently sent a couple postcards to a friend that I try to send mail to when I travel to a new place or feel it’s been too long between mailings.  This time I sent two at once (my post office trips are few and far between these days) and got a lovely thank you email.  His gratitude for mail made me realize that it is important to put effort into a friendship.
And to find things that certain friends value.  A text or email may be good enough for a friend who lives in the same country, but that special extra effort into snail mail may put a smile on someone’s face across the world.  It’s hardly any trouble on my end, but the excitement he has when seeing something in his mailbox, is why I send.

My first year out in Denver I relied on my mom to fill my mailbox.  Along with weekly telephone chats I felt like I was being thought of hundreds of miles away.  And that’s what it’s all about.

To all my friends: in different timezones, in different countries… I’m thinking of you.  And hopefully the USPS gets this message across.

Travel

I found this quote last night:

 

“Travel only with thy equals or thy betters; if there are none, travel alone.”

I haven’t had the opportunity to travel intensively on my own, but I have found who I would travel with in the future (and who I wouldn’t!).  There is nothing like travel that gives you the opportunity to know people at their basic level.  Day in and day out, they are your companions.  You’ll learn to either hate them or love them.  There is nothing I appreciate more than people who don’t care what they look like or what amenities are lacking, but rather care about the experience and what kind of adventures we’re experiencing.  I know my crew that I would travel the ends of the world with.  They’re a select bunch.  And I hope I would get the opportunity to do so again…

Funk

How can I stop myself from focusing on people who have had an impact on my life, but I clearly don’t register in theirs?  At what point do I stop giving my time and energy into a friendship that really doesn’t give back to me?  Why does my mind wander to the same destructive thoughts?

Unprepared

I have 22 days until my half marathon.  With work, less daylight, and cooler weather I’ve not dedicated myself to training as I usually have.  Maybe I know my body can handle 13.1 miles, but I also have been paying more attention to how my body feels.  My IT bands are constantly letting their presence known.  I’ve pushed through the pain before, but it gets harder and harder to do.

When there’s a choice between yoga and running, yoga usually wins.  I see people who know me.  I am in a heated, welcoming environment, and I always have the choice of child’s pose.  Running does not.  Bad runs piss me off.  Not making it my usual distance in my usual time because of a side cramp or IT band tightness…doesn’t improve my mood.

Have I exhausted my dedication to running?  Should I not do the half marathons anymore?  Stick to 10Ks?  I loved how starting running changed my life.  But it was easier with a part time job and access to a gym.

Where’s my running balance?