Today I decided I felt like writing, because I’m not one of those bloggers who plans, and came here to find a huge empty white box staring at me. So, I’m going to take the easy route and go with a “If We Were Having Coffee” post.
If we were sipping coffee together, lounging in big cozy armchairs that feel like fluffy clouds, I’d fill you in on the following:
Let’s start with running. Which is why you come here to Kara Runs-ville, I think.
-Cue Pomp and Circumstance, I’ve graduated.
…from Physical Therapy. For the second time. (Do I have a master’s degree now?) I feel 100% better and no longer have that random pain that would pop up when running and whenever I bent my leg in that one specific way. Now I just need to keep up with my PT exercises so my lazy glutes and hips, well, stop being so lazy. And when I say “glutes and hips” I mean myself. I need to stop being a lazy runner and make taking care of my body a priority, i.e. foam rolling and warming up. As we all know, I’M NOT 20 YEARS OLD ANYMORE.
-Needless to say, I’ve been actually running!
Slowly, but healthily. I still haven’t signed up for that 5K I promised I’d register for last month, oops. Still, I’m immensely grateful that I’m feeling back to normal. On Saturday I planned to do an easy 6-mile run, but spotted a great hill and made an instant decision to toss that in. I finished 6 miles which included 7 hill repeats (and I was definitely sore the next day). I’ve learned that building up that kind of strength is so important to being prepared enough to begin training for a race.
You have to prepare to prepare in my world.
-MORE EXCITING THINGS: On my first post-PT graduation run, I saw NASA’s last existing external fuel tank. It was apparently a huge event, it being there in Marina del Rey. There were so many people and news trucks in my little neighborhood. This thing is massive! They drove it through LA to its new home at the California Science Center, which caused a huge cluster of traffic and street closures and angry Uber drivers.
-I am trying very hard to become a writer. If you apply the logic of runners (“you’re a runner because you run”) then WOOHOO I’M ALREADY THERE. But I’d love to write for actual websites or magazines or blogs or newspapers. So, I’m pitching and writing and reading a lot for inspiration. Still haven’t hit my big break (or small break) yet, but I have high hopes. I am putting this out into the universe (wow I’ve been working at a yoga studio for too long) because I really believe you have to ask for what you want.
-I’m over the barrage of ClassPass discussions and complaints on their price increases. I always felt like it was strangely inexpensive for the value it provides. You can take unlimited classes in practically any city and they’re still highly discounted when you compare with single class prices. I really have no idea how anyone made any money when it was $99/month. Also, to answer your question, I have absolutely zero affiliation with them besides enjoying the service they provide.
-We’re looking for a new apartment and found an absolute dream of a place. It has a private patio with twinkling lights and a magical little fountain. It’s in an actual neighborhood, which is unheard of in LA. We can walk places. It has pretty light blue walls and a breakfast nook. WE WANT IT BADLY. Now we’re just waiting to hear if the person ahead of us gets it, although I’m secretly hoping the landlord only told us we’re 2nd in line so they’d have an excuse to ditch us in case our credit report turned out horribly or they found out we’re crazy ax murderers. Neither of which are the case, so I’m crossing my fingers.
-Today I was thinking about Kate Middleton, as you do on random Tuesdays, and how she was a normal ol’ gal until she married a prince. I’m pretty sure if I met Prince William I’d be like, “Bill (can I call you that?), as cool as this all is, I’m not about that life. I enjoy sweatpants and prefer to avoid situations in which I have to be proper and polite. I’d rather go to a friend’s BBQ in said sweatpants (or yoga pants if I’m feeling classy), drink cheap red wine and eat gelato. Which is exactly what I do most Friday nights.
Enough about me, tell me about you! What’s on your mind these days?