Alone Time

Today I ran in Miami!  I'm continuing to bring my runs to the most exotic locations possible.  I ran today with one of my good friends and his wife.  I use to think that working out was something that should stay completely out of a relationship.  I usually wearing loose fitting clothes, I have no make up on, and I believe that if you're not sweaty you haven't worked out hard enough.  So it's not always the most attractive.  After about a mile, the path we were running on was underconstruction and there was a detour.  Through the sand.  No one warned me that running in the sand was like running a marathon without training.  I consider myself in pretty good shape, but I couldn't feel my legs or breathe.  Something about running with someone though made me not want to chicken out.

I'm not sure why, but I always want my alone time.  I love being alone, and working out has pretty much been my steady alone time, not couple time.  It feels so good to have nothing to think about except for not tripping on a stick on the ground.  This past year I've gone through a lot, and I've felt some strange connection to my ex-boyfriend and I've not really been able to pin point why but I think I'm starting to understand that he was not the person who I should be dating.  Maybe if I was dating the right guy, like my married couple friends, I wouldn't need so much alone time.

This week I spent 24 hours driving from Boston to Miami in the car with four friends.  Friends don't replace completely dating someone, but I've had so much fun on this trip so far that it's doing a pretty good job distracting me.  I've been eating Cuban food, dancing, running on the beach, and just having a good time ... That's exactly what I moved across the country to find.

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I've Had Ten Years

I'm closing the year with a solid four mile run.  All around the royal front yard of the Copenhagen royal families summer house.  I never pictured myself on vacation, running.  In circles.  A series of right turns ... for about an hour.  But I did it!

My friend and I were talking about dating and how everyone is jumping right into relationships and marriages so fast now.  It seems like I turn around and people are dating, then married, then have kids and a house.  I never understood how your life could change this much in a year ... sometimes two.  But I know that I want all those things, so why freak out about the timeline?  She said "I've had ten years to do whatever the fuck I want to do."  Which ... is so true.  I've moved across the country, been running around on crazy vacations skydiving (Hawaii) and walking up waterfalls (Jamaica).  Sometimes I get bummed that I am missing out on the "double income no kids" piece of life, but I'm not sure it really matters.  I've already started wanting to wait to visit certain places, because it'd be more fun in a relationship than with friends.  Maybe it wouldn't be that terrible?

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