Thirty Three Miles in ten days.

I have started a shameless love affair with Prospect Park.

I haven't just started running again.

I have thrown myself into it full force.

I am proud of this one thing in my life right now, so you people who run ten to twenty miles a day and are actually hard core can leave me alone about my little successes.

Prospect Park and Map My Run are my new trainers and I am on "track" (get it?) to running one hundred miles this month. 33% done.

I needed to do something to fight family meal and comfort eating, and it helps me clear my gnarled brain.

At least I think it does.

Then again, I am forgetting things lately, and just when I think I have certain thoughts under control they attack me. I lost my $90 metro card, Michael's camera charger, and camera (separately), and forgot to wear an undershirt running this morning.

There is another possibility: I am nuts.

Anyway, I am running!

And the IMapMyRun app lets me take pictures while I run! Aren't I productive?

Birthday.

Smith/9th St Station - Brooklyn

My birthday is actually on the twentieth. But today Jason and I are going to the Modern to see the Tim Burton exhibit and Hamlet, AND it's probably going to snow

And since I do NOT want to turn 27, I'm considering today my birthday.

Happy birthday to me.

Reemerging

I am pretty sure I have heard it said that moving is one of the top five most stressful events in life. Supposedly it's up there with babies and divorce.
So I fell into a little pit. I am out of it now.
New York City is a completely different world to me. The sheer intensity of it rocked me to the point of exhaustion and I actually fell asleep on the subway more than once.
So much is happening! All the time! Plus homesickness, self-doubt, and "did I do the right thing?" I was overwhelmed.
In the last few days I have felt myself finally come out of the fog. I have been running and taking pictures. I experienced an epiphany that I do belong here, a fact I have known since I was ten.
So I am accepting the sacrifices. I am accepting a few really great losses and I am accepting that I live in New York City now.

I did it and I disappeared.

I dont know why it has been such a repulsive idea to blog.

I think that whenever I accomplish something, I into a little depression.

Also...what to say? Im here. I am here.

I am here.

And its fall. The air has a crispness and a chill that I can only recall from my childhood.

...and the leaves are changing.

I got a job that works me to the bone. 48 hours a week at a restaurant. I have been working too much.

I also think too much.

But New York City...

...is unbelievable.

Going North Now

After one too many stays in Motel 6, we are done heading east and are on our way north. A few fights and tears found their way into the cab of our truck, but the road granted us the gift of Shelton Vineyards in North Carolina. We drank wine, slept well and took a long bike ride through the farmlands. I am recharged.

New Orleans

Think Pinocchio when he was in the land of boy sinners. More on this later.

Sleepless in Austin

It's 12:30am here and I can't sleep. We are supposed to get up early and go to New Orleans tomorrow but I keep thinking of all I have left behind and what the Hell have I gotten myself into. The trip is fine. Everything is fine. I am having anxiety and freaking out. I feel lonely and trapped.

Also the famous Austin bats wouldn't come out from under the bridge for us. Why?