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I'm homesick. Let me explain.

As an avid runner, it's pretty standard that at any given time I'm jokingly (or seriously) dealing with mild injuries, soreness and fatigue. This can sometimes pose a problem since I don't do "sidelined".

As a way to deal with a shin and calf flare up over the last couple months, I started my day with a 3-4 mile walk. I figured I could get in some miles and break a sweat with very little impact. 

Runners rarely slow down. I rarely slow down. Morning (and/or night) walks forced me to do exactly that and I discovered I actually like it - you know, second to running :)

It's been fun walking around NYC before and after the chaos erupts. I look around and feel close to my dad. 

I rediscover what it means to feel serene - even if the feeling is fleeting. I crave running - but really enjoy walking.

So, as I said, im homesick. Homesick for my life as it was, before being an adult complicated it so much. Homesick for for the feeling that everything will work out. 

It's been a tough few weeks - work shit, legs not feeling 100%, more work shit, not enough sleep. I need to worry less. Every day I do my best - I do better than even I think I can - and if that's ever not good enough, I want to learn to not give a fuck. I want to get more selfish with the time I worry about things that aren't going to make sure I'm ok in the end. Work is one of those things.

I also need a crush. I'm boy-crazy hil, I'm never not crushing. But there hasn't really been anyone in a while. What's up with that NYC!? 

Well it's September 1. The start of a new month, a week away from the start of a new season. Fall is an awesome season - the colors! The smells! It's all beautiful. {It's cousin, Winter, always shows up after a while which totally sucks, but let's take it a step at a time}

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