Eventful. That’s the best word I can come up with to describe the last six months of my life. Eventful does not always have a positive connotation, but in this case, it should. The last six months have been packed with more, well, events than I could have possibly imagined cramming into such a small period of time. In the last six months, I have traveled both near and far, I have made new friends, and I have fallen in love. I have experienced great joy, I have spent time with people dear to my heart, and together we have created lasting memories.
In the last six months, in no particular order, I have…
…drunk a Hurricane on Bourbon Street in New Orleans
…celebrated ten years since joining the Peace Corps with good friends in Chicago
…eaten the best tacos I’ve ever had in Mexico
…waded in Lake Michigan
…crewed for my dear friend as she swam the English Channel
…sampled barbeque in Kansas City
…watched fireworks over the Washington Monument on the 4th of July
…held my best friend’s newborn baby in Richmond
…seen the Mona Lisa at the Louvre in Paris
…adopted an adorable puppy with a wonderful spirit
…moved to a new home
…watched the sun set over the Grand Canyon
…had wine and good conversation with my great aunt in Switzerland
…shared dim sum with my cousins in Omaha
…celebrated Thanksgiving with my family in South Bend
…had my first-ever surprise birthday party with good friends
In the last six months, I have been busy! When did I get so lucky, to be able to have so many wonderful experiences? And how? I’m the Eeyore, born under a black cloud, the “Why Me?” of my circle of friends, thanks to my propensity for sheer bad luck, but now I ask, “Why me?” for entirely different reasons. In looking at the above list, I feel so fortunate to have had so many unique opportunities – opportunities which, when spread over a lifetime, would be a blessing, and I have experienced them in only half a year’s time. Six months.
Ironically, the only thing I haven’t done during the last six months, it seems, is run. It’s been nearly a year since I started this blog, the genesis of which was to document my journey as I trained for a 12-hour run with the goal of finishing it with 100 kilometers. Yet, injury has forced me to scale back my mileage and allow time for my body to heal. It’s quite possible that I have barely run 100 kilometers during the last six months. But, that is about to change.
My foot injury still nags, but it is tolerable. My motivation to lace up my shoes in the morning still lags, but it is coming back. I have registered for my next marathon and have set my sights on another 12-hour run in June 2013, again with the goal of running 100K, as I did not achieve it this year. I am returning to running slowly, steadily, and with the memories of the last six months to fuel me.
There’s no telling where I’ll be six months from now, or what I will have experienced by then, but if the next six months are anything like that last, I am in for another wonderful ride, this time, hopefully with my running shoes on to complement the adventures that await.
Thank you for reading!