tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46682026905559768792024-03-14T01:56:06.421-05:00miles of serendipity.(The continued travels of a twenty-something in the wide open world.)Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-69894720078055768572014-01-03T22:19:00.001-06:002014-01-03T22:19:14.809-06:00254)Time for a new adventure, a new place to write it all down.<br />
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On the morning of July 4th, I woke up early... excited, and nervous. In only a few hours, I would be running my second 5k, and the first timed race--the Lincolnshire 4th of July 5k. It was a warm day, humid, but, luckily, not too hot. After waking up, getting dressed, and eating breakfast, I hopped on my bike and rode the half mile down the road to Spring Lake Park, the location of both the packet pickup booths and the starting line. <br />
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I rode home quickly, drank some water, then went back to the park to stretch and get ready for the run. There were nearly 600 people participating in the 5k and the crowd formed quickly as everyone gathered at the beginning of the course. I soaked it all in and took in the positive energy of the moment, every runner getting ready in his or her own way. There were a few pre-race announcements and after the playing of "The Star Spangled Banner" I put in my headphones and flipped to some of my favorite running music--Girl Talk's <i>All Day.</i> It was the perfect choice to get pumped up and energized to. I stepped from foot to foot, getting anxious for the starting buzzer.<br />
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And then, we were off! I had a strong start and made my way, fueled with the adrenaline and thrill of the race, of accomplishing something I'd been hoping for--to complete a 5k, to give my best effort and see the result at the end. I have to admit... it was tough! But tough in a gratifying way, of course, and definitely worth it. Around the halfway point, I reached both the water station and, a little bit down the road, I ran by our house (and the husband, too!)<br />
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It was so awesome to run around the neighborhood, which is truly a beautiful locale. And in July, the greens of the leaves and grass are so vibrant and bright, so it was especially lovely. I used my surroundings and the music to get through the harder parts of the run, and I was very glad that I had brought my music, too. Near the end, especially, things started to get quite difficult, but after reminding myself that I had already come so far, compared to what was left--which wasn't much!<br />
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Finally, <i>finally</i>, I made it to the park again and rounded the last corner of the course. Up ahead was the finish line, as well as the official time clock, and I was so relieved to have the end in sight that I had a burst of energy. When I could finally make out the time clock, I let out a laugh--I had timed myself running it previously anywhere from 38 to 42 minutes, but as I came up to the finish line, the clock turned over to 35 minutes and I crossed the finish line in a time of 35:10. 35:10! A definite personal best for me. Still quite slow, but if there's anything I've learned through this whole adventure, it is that it's not how fast you run, but the distance you're able to overcome.<br />
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I was quite proud of myself, both for accomplishing a goal I had set for myself and the fact that I'd done it in my best time. My legs were beyond tired and I felt a little wobbly (both from slight dehydration and the adrenaline rush) but otherwise, things couldn't have been better. I headed for home feeling triumphant, and more than ready for another race... more than ready to tackle farther distances.<br />
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Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-35607804497606907102013-08-26T00:16:00.000-05:002013-08-26T00:16:03.475-05:00252)As I mentioned in my most recent post, I've been more than a little busy over the last few months. And now we're here, getting close to the end of August, the beginning of the fall months--my favorite time of the year. So now is the time to play catch up, to recall some of my very favorite summer moments... the races, the times with family, the days and nights out and about around Northern Illinois and Southern Wisconsin.<br />
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Thomas and I did our best to spend as much time as we could in the great outdoors, even if it just meant hanging out in the backyard. We're pretty familiar with the forest preserves and natural areas surrounding us, but this summer we checked out a place that was new to us--Illinois Beach State Park. It's about a 45 minute drive north of our house, almost all the way to the state line. <br />
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The first time we went was on one of those rare weekend days I get off of work every once in a while, and we decided to make the most of it. It was crowded and hot and we decided to just explore, walking up and down the beach. I thought it was beautiful and unreal that something so lovely could be so close to home, and we resolved to come back sooner rather than later.<br />
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Luckily for me, we didn't have to wait too long. I had a Tuesday off of work and we took advantage of it by packing up all of our beach gear and heading back up to Zion. I suggested we pick up sandwiches along the way, and it wasn't too long before we were unpacking our stuff and setting up a spot up on the small ridge, right next to the shore. It was a windy and wavy day, and we only did a little bit of actual swimming. </div>
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It was such a wonderful and relaxing day. Afterwards, he and I hopped in the car and went up to Kenosha to pick up some beer. I've been thinking about Illinois Beach State Park ever since and really hope that I'll be able to do some exploring soon, maybe even into the fall or winter. If not, we'll definitely have to come back next year, because it's a place too beautiful to miss out on.</div>
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-Went to the Art Institute with the husband. We checked out the Picasso exhibit and enjoyed a day in the city. (This was early May, but I think it still counts!)<br />
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-Gone hiking in nearby forest preserves. (Also, I cut my hair!)</div>
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-Attended the wedding ceremony and reception one of my dearest, oldest friends--my roommate from speech camp at NIU in 2005! She is one of my favorite people on the planet and I am so glad we were there to celebrate with her.</div>
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-Participated in the Color Run in Chicago! I wrote all about that experience <a href="http://milesofserendipity.blogspot.com/2013/06/249.html">here</a>. Rumor has it that they will be coming back to the Windy City sometime in the fall, so... I'm signing up and doing it again! </div>
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-And then, just yesterday, the husband, my little brother, and I all went to Six Flags Great America! The park was fun, but I just can't ride roller coasters the way I used to and spent the better part of a few hours nauseous and slightly disoriented. We made up for it as the day progressed and it was great to hang out with another one of my favorites.</div>
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Well... after weeks of training and preparation, the day I had been waiting for finally arrived--<a href="http://thecolorrun.com/chicago">The Color Run in Chicago</a>, my very first 5k. It didn't go according to plan, necessarily, but it definitely ranks up there as one of my most favorite life experiences.</div>
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We decided to jog the end, through the finish line--and then we were there! We made it, 3.1 miles of color and excitement. I felt exhilarated and happy to have finished, covered from head to toe in a rainbow of joy. After reconnecting, the three of us made our way into Grant Park again, eventually finding our personal photographer and joining the crowds for the post-run color throws at the finish festival, which were really cool to both watch and participate in! </div>
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<i>(Color Runners color jumping... this last one courtesy of <a href="http://flickr.com/photos/senoranderson">the husband</a>.)</i></div>
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It was the summer after I turned eighteen years old. Just a few days previously, I had put on a cap and gown in the colors of my alma mater and waited anxiously with my classmates to be awarded my diploma, to make it official that the high school years were complete. I distinctly remember sitting there, listening to the speeches, and feeling like I was on the lift hill of a rollercoaster. There was the rush of crossing that stage and moving the tassel on that cap, and then, celebrations with family and friends. This is it, I remember thinking. This is the beginning of the rest of our lives. It was the very end of May, and I had a few months of summer at home ahead of me before leaving for college.<br />
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A few days passed. Through an unexpected set of circumstances and events, on a sunny Thursday in June I found myself on a train to the city to meet a boy from the North Shore, a friend of a friend. It was a question, an inquiry of sorts, that I had answered affirmatively; I went into it with an open mind, hoping that at the very least, I might come out of it with a new friend.<br />
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The train pulled to a stop at the station, and we stepped onto the pavement, into the sunshine. They were waiting, and there we were. I knew I was in trouble almost immediately.<br />
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It was the way he smiled, reached out his hand to shake mine. I was nervous but trying not to show it; I was certainly shaking in my black low-top Converse sneakers, finding myself attracted to him instantly, unable to help it. (I was not usually so forward, but I was feeling brave that day. I mean, I even ended up wearing a skirt… something that was so unlike me, but so… perfect, really.) And so, it began. It has been seven years since that first day, but I can recall almost everything like it happened last week. It was the day that changed the very course of my life.<br />
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I have so many memories of that first summer, and all of the summers that have followed. A date to Reckless Records and the batting cages at Novelty Golf; deep dish pizza at Giordano’s and the hookah lounge; a concert up in Milwaukee, out near the lake, on the perfect hot July night, an utter dream; and since then, so many more adventures and fond recollections… and the difficulties, the heartbreaks, have only made us stronger, have only served to fortify our connection. We have spent the last seven years growing up, falling in love, making a life together.<br />
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I wake up today, and every day, completely grateful to have found my best friend, my other half. The one who fills my spaces. I cannot imagine what life would be like without him and I am so glad to have him along for the ride. It’s been seven years (and two since we’ve been married), and I fall more and more head over heels in love every single day; every day I want him more. I will never be able to fully put into words the love I have for him, the happiness and adoration I am overwhelmed with on a constant basis… and yet, I could fill pages and pages with paragraphs and notes and sentences about him, for him, for always.<br />
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Our life, while not how we always pictured it, is better than anything I could have ever possibly dreamt up. I still remember the end of that very first day… and standing there in that gravel parking lot beneath that shining sky of stars and moonlight, sharing a kiss of goodbye, I couldn’t begin to fathom what lay ahead for the two of us. As we parted ways, I hoped (oh God, did I hope) we’d see one another again…<br />
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…and now, just seven years later, I sit here and smile, happy to be his wife. I can’t wait to see where the next seven years—hell, the next seventy years—take us. I am the luckiest woman in the entire Universe, overcome with a passion and admiration I am scarcely able to articulate. Completely in love, the happiest I’ve ever been.
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After dinner this evening, I decided I wanted to go for a run. I went yesterday, a jaunt that lasted for just over a little two miles, and I found myself wanting more. Of course, in true fashion, it got up to a high of nearly 90 degrees today so running at any time other than the morning or the evening was out of the question.</div>
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After dinner, I changed and set out on a run. Almost instantly, I settled into a rhythm and found myself completely drawn in--to the music, to the very beauty of my surroundings. It felt like Spring and Summer were never going to get here, despite the fact that we had a rather mild winter, and to finally have that sunshine and warmth is something of a blessing.</div>
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I ran nearly a mile before I took a few moments to walk and catch my breath--it was awfully humid, and I wanted to be able to pace myself. It wasn't long before I was off again, though, enjoying the run and taking it all in. It was nearing time for sunset, and the sky was a milky pastel backdrop of oranges, blues, and pinks. The scent of lilacs and other beautiful flowering bushes and trees permeated the air and lingered pleasantly around me. Everything was so vivid and perfect... each house just a little bit different; the bright greens of grass and foliage (the leaves that seem to have exploded overnight, Spring personified) and the purples, whites, and periwinkles of nearby lilac bushes.</div>
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In total, I ran 3.17 miles. One of the longest runs I've ever taken, and definitely one of the best. I felt steady and certain, drawn in by the continuous rhythm of my feet on the pavement, my pulse in my ears, the music and the passing scenery to keep me going. I've never been more sure... I'm so glad I decided to become a runner.</div>
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Well, as of today, there are thirty-two days until my first 5k, <a href="http://thecolorrun.com/chicago">the Color Run in Chicago</a>. Only a little over a month. It still feels so far away, but really, I know it'll be here before I'm really ready. The last few weeks, I've been feeling like my training had stalled somewhat. It wasn't that I was feeling unmotivated necessarily, but being incredibly busy at work and, then, catching the annual May cold that I always seem to get. I took a week off from working out completely to give myself a chance to recover. </div>
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Yesterday, I went for a walk that was over three miles, and it was glorious. Today, I decided I'd lace up the running shoes and hit the road again. Spring has finally made it to Chicagoland, and I've been feeling a need to make the most of it whenever I can. It really was the perfect day for a run and I took in the sights and splashes of color as I made my way around the neighborhood. I ended up going 2.23 miles, and while it wasn't my fastest run, it was definitely one of my most enjoyable.</div>
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And it's amazing, because when I think back to a year ago, even earlier than that... I could barely run a few steps. Not even. It's been quite a long road since then, but somehow, some way, I became a runner. That's right--I am a runner. And I can only go up from here. Here's to making the most of the next thirty-two days, getting ready for my very first race.</div>
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In other news, 45 days until <a href="http://thecolorrun.com/chicago">my first 5k</a>! Expect a <a href="http://milesofserendipity.blogspot.com/search/label/Jess%20Goes%20Running">Jess Goes Running</a> update of sorts relatively soon. Until then, if you need me, I'll be off somewhere outside, probably with running shoes on.</div>
Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-20544961014557521002013-04-26T01:10:00.003-05:002013-04-26T01:10:52.800-05:00244)I.<br />
Right now, I am thinking about travel. It's been over a year since our last major adventure (oh, Costa Rica, how I miss you!). We've had a few weekends and nights away here and there, but as far as an extended sort of vacation, well... it's been lacking in our lives and I am beginning to feel the acute effects of wanderlust. Truthfully, it never really goes away... it just recedes for a bit, fading into the background before, all at once, crashing into the forefront like a wave.<br />
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Of course, the Husband and I have talked about this... and there are several options we are currently enamored with: a trip to the Pacific Northwest, a long weekend in Las Vegas, a fall foliage drive through New England--these are all at the top of the list.<br />
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There are other places that I would like to go to as well... California. Colorado. Mexico. Canada. Back to Costa Rica (because it was paradise!). I've never been to Europe, and I would love to see London, Paris, Rome. It would be so amazing to take a plane to Australia, to Southeast Asia, and explore a whole new world. So... we'll see. I've always had big travel dreams and I want to see and experience as much as I can, everything.<br />
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I got paid today, and after figuring out my budget for the next few weeks, I had some extra cash left over. It wasn't a difficult decision, coming up with what to do with it; I put it in a savings account of ours. Who knows? Hopefully, we can use it for our next big journey, sometime soon. In the meantime, I'll dream of hitting the open road, of soaring through the wide open sky to destinations unknown.<br />
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I went on a walk the other night, almost two miles, and it was perfect. The light was amazing and even though it was chilly, it was the perfect Spring day. We're supposed to get weather in the 70's later this weekend... we might finally have turned the corner (here, of course, is where I knock on wood). So excited for good weather and the chance to be outside.<br />
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And this photo is from today, taken by my <a href="http://creativedomainphotography.com/">husband</a>, at a park about a half mile away from our house. We didn't get flooding as bad as some areas did, and thankfully all is well at home, but there definitely is still some flooding in the parts of town closest to the Des Plaines River. It's expected to crest sometime in the morning, so we'll see. I saw a lot of standing water while I was out and about today... hopefully some of the major closures will be reopened by the morning. Grateful that we're really only dealing with a washed backyard at the moment, and that we're all safe. </div>
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Needless to say, the sun could really come out any time now! Looking forward to that brief period of time where it's actually nice out, before the relentless heat and humidity of summer hits (not to say that I don't enjoy that, of course, but you know...). It is fleeting, but full of potential. Here's to blue skies, bright flowers, leaves on the trees, and lush green grass.</div>
Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-9396510969585219692013-04-15T12:44:00.000-05:002013-04-15T12:44:01.021-05:00242)I.<br />
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in that part of the<br />night too late to be<br />evening and too early<br />to be morning, the<br /><br />thunder's constant<br />rhythm sounds like<br />fireworks, right in<br />the space above our<br />heads.<br />
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III.<br />grateful for the rain,<br />but hoping for dry<br />pavement so we can<br />hit the road, so i can<br />start running<br />
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(again).Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-91823603131976611452013-04-08T16:10:00.002-05:002013-04-08T16:10:55.566-05:00241)Somehow, March turned in April. I've been busy as usual, but making time for the important things--spending time with the Mister, running, reading, writing, working hard and making goals. I've started to amp up my 5k training again after a week of a bit of a break, and I'm looking forward to the first one (so far, anyway) in June! I'm also spending this month participating in <a href="http://campnanowrimo.org/">Camp NaNoWriMo</a>, working on the sequel to the novel I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2012. So far, so good! It's a lot more relaxed than NaNoWriMo, which is the perfect pace for this month. As it gets warmer, I'm looking forward to spending a lot more time outside and making time for fun adventures.<br />
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Though it's stressful and crazy sometimes, I wouldn't trade this life for anything! I love it too damn much.<br />
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1) An afternoon at the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Skokie_Lagoons">Skokie Lagoons</a>.<br />2) After a 4.5 mile adventure.</div>
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<br />Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-27794855798411874522013-03-27T12:12:00.001-05:002013-03-27T12:12:17.963-05:00240)A list of things I am grateful for today (because it's Wednesday, because I'm a little stressed, because it's dreary and chilly and I JUST WANT LEGITIMATE SPRING, THANK YOU, because I could always use a little bit of perspective.)<br />
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<li>90's Genre Radio on Spotify--so many good jams, so many good songs I'd long forgotten about.</li>
<li>A job that I love, even when it challenges me and stresses me out. Even my bad days are good days, and I know I'm really lucky, in that respect.</li>
<li>Writing! Lately, I've gotten back into the groove of things and it makes me incredibly happy. I'm making progress on older projects and daydreaming up new ones. It always makes me happy to put words onto the page, and I feel lucky that they've been coming so easily lately.</li>
<li>The ability to run. And to push myself faster and further. I know I'll be stronger for it in the end.</li>
<li>A good cup of coffee and conversation with friends.</li>
<li>My sweet husband, who brings home flowers to brighten things up, always kisses me goodbye in the morning before he leaves for work, and kisses me hello when I get home. He's smart and funny and mine, and I couldn't be happier.</li>
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<i>(a photo of said cheery flowers... so lovely!)</i></div>
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I know I've written of this before, but... sometimes, I am still surprised how much I have come to love running. Honestly. I have never been particularly athletic--I was on the Speech Team and played clarinet in the band--and even as I got older, I still didn't enjoy working out or any such related activities. Walking and biking around campus, with occasional hikes at nearby forest preserves and state parks was fine with me. Except that it wasn't, and even though I knew it, I had a hard time changing it.<br />
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Somewhere along the line, though, something clicked in me; suddenly, I <i>wanted</i> to be a runner, I wanted to accomplish something. And though I've had some workouts that have been hard as hell, and there have been times that I wanted to quit, I always keep going, and so far, I haven't regretted it.<br />
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In fact, I am looking towards the future with bated breath. As I may have mentioned previously, I am doing two Color Run races this summer--one in Chicago in June, and another in Milwaukee in August. These are the first 5k races that I've signed up for (I had planned on doing one last year, but life just didn't work out that way) and I am nervous, but so very excited. I have a few months to train still and there is no doubt in my mind that I will be ready when the time comes.<br />
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Post Color Runs, though... only time will tell. If there are any other 5k race opportunities that come up, I may take them. After all, there's a 5k on the 4th of July that goes right by my house! As far as long term running goals, I am setting my sights high. I've come so far already, so who's to say I can't take it even further? That's why by next year, 2014, I want to run a half marathon. 13.1 miles is doable, I think, even if it freaks me out a little bit. 2015 will be the year of a marathon. <br />
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I know that it is going to take dedication, and hard work, and careful planning. I know it's going to be a challenge, but I want to see how far I can make it. I want to do it because I love to run--I love feeling free, finding a rhythm, and clearing my mind. It's funny... if 15 year old Jess were reading this, she would probably be laughing her head off, but... I think I always had it in me; I just needed to figure it out for myself. Whether I end up running 5k's or marathons, though, I know I have found a lifelong addition to my life and daily routine.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-69400507640235032872013-03-22T11:34:00.000-05:002013-03-22T11:34:04.949-05:00238)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been spring for a few days now, and even though it's been sunny, you wouldn't know it--we've had highs of 16 degrees the last few days. Right now it's 34 degrees, talk about a heat wave! Polar opposite from the same time last year, where the Mister and I checked the weather back home in astonishment as we sat next to that beautiful oasis of a pool at Tropical Garden Hotel. </div>
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(I was talking to one of my bosses yesterday, who recently took a trip to Costa Rica, about how it's been a year since we've been already and that means we need to go back ASAP. I have a bad case of wanderlust and dreams for traveling all over the country... the desert, the Pacific Northwest, the Upper Peninsula, New England, the list goes on. I suppose a day trip will do for now, though.)</div>
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Even though it's been chilly, it's finally starting to feel like winter might be coming to an end, finally. It helps that it's lighter later, now, and it won't be long before I'm able to start running outside again! I used to have the hardest time getting through the winter, but the last few haven't been too bad. And so I will enjoy these sunny, brisk days, savoring them and calling them to mind when we fall into the rainy gray of April. (And even then, summer won't be far behind.)</div>
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Though this particular post is partially about running, it is mostly about endurance, and patience. You see, way back when I was in college, I was definitely not in the best shape. I had gained the "freshman 15," due to a number of reasons, and though I <i>thought</i> I was doing a good job of staying active by walking around on campus, exploring nearby parks and forest preserves, and going to the gym once or twice a week... well, from where I sit now, I can see that it wasn't enough at all.<br />
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I couldn't run more than 30 seconds to save my life. I could walk a few miles, but was always tired afterward. The high impact, high energy machines at the gym? No thanks, I'll stick to the treadmill or the walking track. I have to give myself credit for trying, of course. I guess I was just so concerned with "college," and "being in college," that it didn't matter as much that I was overweight and putting my health at risk.<br />
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In the last two years, something clicked. Maybe it had something to do with family members having health issues, or just seeing the person I had become and not liking it anymore. But it was like a light had turned on, and I suddenly realized that this was my life, my body, and I wasn't as healthy as I could be--I needed to make a change. So I started gradually, changing what and how I eat, trying to become a little more active here and there. And then, in the beginning of 2012, I started Couch-to-5k. That was the decision that changed my life for the better.<br />
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So here we are, a year later. I was at my heaviest weight in 2009 and 2010 and I've lost 35 pounds since then, which is an awesome feeling! I've lost a fair amount over the last year, too, and the way things are going, I see myself getting in better and better shape. While I could barely jog or always had to stop and catch my breath while hiking before, now I can run 2 miles without stopping, no problem! I can do the elliptical for 45 minutes and at the end of it, I feel like I could still go for more.<br />
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<a href="http://milesofserendipity.blogspot.com/search/label/couch-to-5k">Couch-to-5k</a> was a great way for me to my health, improve my stamina, and better my life. When I started the program, I was weak--but now? Now, I can see the pain and exhaustion of starting and going through the first few sessions in pain and wanting to quit was totally worth it. It hasn't been easy, but I can safely say that I have improved so much over the last few years (the last year, especially), and now that I've gotten a taste of what great physical health feels like, I want more. I want to run marathons; I want wander a trail or do some backwoods hiking with a heavy pack and no rest in sight. I want to do it all!<br />
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By starting gradually and building up my strength, I also built up my endurance. I may not have gotten results as quickly as I might like, but I'm seeing them now and I couldn't be happier about it. So while it's about endurance, and finding more of that little by little, it's also about being patient. These kind of changes do not happen overnight, and since I am always my own strongest critic/worst enemy, it has been a good reminder for me to step back and look at the big picture. With patience and hard work, I will run that marathon, I will hike that trail. I will get in the best possible shape that I can--for my husband, for my family, and most importantly, for me, all in due time.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-46210150582428555642013-03-07T12:06:00.003-06:002013-03-07T12:08:03.855-06:00236)On a quiet Monday, I turned twenty-five years old.<br />
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It was actually more like a few days of celebrations, though. The Saturday prior, the Mister and I were both off of work--such a rare thing! We decided to spend the afternoon adventuring and took a drive up to New Glarus, Wisconsin, where we visited the <a href="http://www.newglarusbrewing.com/">New Glarus Brewing Co.</a> This little brewery is responsible for producing some of the best beer that I've ever had and we had always wanted to check it out, so Saturday was the perfect opportunity! We drank beers (Serendipity for both of us the first round; for the second, I got their Moon Man Lost Coast Pale Ale, while he got Black Top, which is a black IPA) and wandered around the brewery and bought some souvenirs. It was so much fun!<br />
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We are definitely looking forward to going back to the brewery when it's warmer out... they have an awesome looking seating area and whatnot! So much fun, and a great atmosphere. The town of New Glarus is really adorable, too. We swung by and had dinner with my parents and brother on the way home, which was really wonderful as well.</div>
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On Monday, the actual day, I got up early (well, earlier than normal, given my generally late night work schedule) and went to the gym. After I got home and ready for the day, the Mister and I went out for birthday lunch at Chili's, something that was pretty delicious as usual. And then... I took a nap. You see, I worked my first overnight shift at work on Monday night, from 9 p.m.-5 a.m... it was actually quite fun! Plus, staying up all night, I kind of felt like I got to maximize my birthday goodness. On Tuesday evening, we rounded out the celebrations with a belated dinner at Carson's with my mother-in-law and brother-in-law. It was a fantastic way to kick off my twenty-fifth year and I am lucky to be surrounded with such love and goodness all the time.</div>
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All in all, twenty-four was a pretty decent year, but I'm excited to see where this one will lead me. So far, it's been pretty great!</div>
Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-65229528438940492252013-02-21T23:44:00.001-06:002013-02-21T23:49:08.761-06:00235)Thursday, a day off of work. I started the task of sorting through all of my clothing--my dresser drawers had become mad disorganized--and put a few loads of laundry in. The Mister had left for work already, so once I reached a good stopping point, I decided it was time to hop in the car and head to the gym.<br />
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I took a break yesterday, but I went to the gym the previous three days and was feeling amazing. I've got The Color Run in Chicago coming up in June, and the Milwaukee version in August, and also, in the dead of winter, cardio helps this girl combat Seasonal Affect Disorder. After I got to the gym, I put on my running shoes and made my way over to the elliptical for a 15 minute warmup.<br />
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Then I changed my music, hopped on the treadmill, and started running. It's been about a year exactly since I made the decision to start <a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml">Couch-to-5k</a> and even though I know I'm leaps and bounds from where I was then, I still have a long way to go. I got through the first mile no problem and... just kept going.<br />
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It's been a while since I ran more than a mile without doing a little bit of walking. But this afternoon, I kept going and didn't stop until I reached two miles. Near the end it got a little tough, but for the most part, I was surprised with how easily it came to me. Two miles, no problem. Granted, it was a slow two miles, but... compared to where I was this time last year, well, I'd say I'm well on my way. Here's hoping I'll make it to the gym after work tomorrow, for another couple of miles. (Maybe I'm becoming a runner after all!)<br />
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It'll be a home for all things Color Run related, and other races that come up, too!<br />
It will provide me something to look back on, too, much like my <a href="http://milesofserendipity.blogspot.com/search/label/couch-to-5k">Couch-to-5k entries</a>.<br />
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I was off of work today, so I decided that instead of going to the gym, I'd go for a hike at Ryerson Conservation Area. It was cold, but not too cold, and I enjoyed the 90 minutes I spent wandering around; I should also note that for those 90 minutes, I did not see another soul... it was just me and the trail and the river. And to think that this place is only a few miles from my house! We're fortunate to live in an area where there's no shortage of forest preserves and parks, that's for sure.</div>
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Life right now is lovely... stressful, exciting, good. I registered for the Color Run in <a href="http://www%2Cthecolorrun.com/milwaukee">Milwaukee</a> and <a href="http://thecolorrun.com/chicago">Chicago</a>... SO. EXCITED. I don't have any idea what to expect but I know it's going to be amazing. This also means that my running training (which I've been slacking on the last few weeks as I have been sick with a cold and just generally busy) will now be picking up... and that menas "Jess Goes Running" will be here soon! I've also been working on some writing here and there, and I'm feeling motivated to get work done on the first draft I wrote for NaNoWriMo 2012... so we'll see. Other than that, we're just making plans and seeing where the next few weeks and months will lead us--so far, so good!</div>
Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-61736771411546424582013-01-31T00:02:00.000-06:002013-01-31T00:02:58.833-06:00233)outside, it has been<br />
raining for hours. we<br />
<br />
are having one of those<br />
weeks where our schedules<br />
<br />
never line up quite right,<br />
he and i, and though it's<br />
<br />
only temporary, it's<br />
still unfortunate. so<br />
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i'll take what i can get,<br />
even if it's just time spent<br />
<br />
in dreamland, together.<br />
(i sleep better next to him,<br />
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anyway). and even now,<br />
i know it's worth it.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14662738071867071906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4668202690555976879.post-36473530012936950902013-01-29T01:36:00.003-06:002013-01-29T01:36:59.318-06:00232)and even though i am on<br />
the verge of twenty-five,<br />
i still have those moments.<br />
you know. today it came<br />
in the form of a gloomy<br />
afternoon and a cup of<br />
coffee before work...<br />
thinking about all of<br />
the things that have led<br />
<br />
us here, and everything<br />
that awaits us there around<br />
the bend. (and then i think,<br />
is this really all mine? this<br />
life we've built together--a<br />job i adore, passion for<br />
writing and running and<br />
living to the absolute fullest,<br />
<br />
and my husband, whom i<br />
love more than words could<br />
ever say... a rare feat for<br />
a girl like me. speechless,<br />
breathless--<br />
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waiting and ready for<br />
whatever comes next. this<br />
belongs to me, to us, and<br />
though it hasn't been easy,<br />
it's so much better than i<br />
<br />
ever imagined.)<br />
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<i>(From Sunday afternoon, during the ice storm. Tomorrow's high is forecasted to be 61 degrees. In January... yeah. And then, on Friday, the high is 16. What? Thanks, Chicago winter!)</i></div>
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I can hardly believe that it's already halfway through January. It has been a surprisingly busy month, and it is passing by much more quickly than I thought it would. I've been working a lot, doing some reading, writing, watching season 4 of <i>Mad Men</i>, and getting back into running--more on that, later. Suffice to say, life has been pretty decent lately.<br />
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Earlier, I was sitting upstairs, glancing out the window. Another reason why it's hard to believe we're in the middle of January... there really hasn't been a significant snowfall around these parts all winter. It's strange, and I'm certainly not complaining, but it is a bit strange to be here, the Midwest in January, and not have any snow on the ground. Now, today it has been quite cold and windy, so it's not like we're getting off completely easy, but... this is a far cry from the <a href="http://milesofserendipity.blogspot.com/2011/02/127.html">Blizzard of 2011</a>. <br />
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It'll be interesting to see how the rest of the season plays out, I think. One thing's for sure, though... I'm already looking forward to spring (always). And it's staying lighter just a little bit later every day--that has to count for something! Soon enough I'll be comfortably running outside... the thought of that, and other outdoor adventures here and there, is enough to get me through.<br />
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<i>(A photo, unrelated, from New Year's Day. I've never seen the city so empty.)</i></div>
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(12:18 a.m.)<br />
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i like to think<br />
we were extra<br />
virtuous in our<br />
previous lives,<br />
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that even then,<br />
we were meant<br />
to be.<br />
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(12:23 a.m.)<br />
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when we kiss,<br />
galaxies collapse<br />
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