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A Break from the Grind

I'm still training for things. I just signed up for the grossly overpriced but totally worth it Disney Princess Half Marathon. It's going fine. That's not what this post is about.

In addition to being a workout warrior (sometimes) and triathlete wannabe I'm actually also a person. A human if you will. Some people find this blog self centered. Some people think I don't care about anything other than myself and my training. Those people aren't wrong. But they also aren't right. I am an extremely loyal friend and that has gotten me burned many times since it leads me to expect the same loyalty in return. Every single one of us is self centered. We're supposed to be, we're designed that way. If you don't care about you, who will? But there's also a human component that is mandatory in creating and building relationships. A component that gets lost easily when people are my age and trying to find their own identity. We are all trying to find our way and between job promotions or changes, grad schools, marriage, kids, money woes or woos it makes it really hard for us to keep up with how we treat other people. I feel like I do a great job of celebrating the lives of others. I'm the one who visits the new house you just bought, spends all kinds of money on your wedding, wanders the baby section of Target and googles diaper genies so I can figure out what the hell it is you're asking me for to care for your baby. For anyone who has ever watched Sex and the City, which is everyone, you may or may not be surprised to know that I have always been the Miranda of my little world. That is, until Miranda had her baby. Then I instantly became a Samantha sans the sex. It's not that I don't care about the babies of my friends. I do. And I am sincerely happy for each and every one of them because I know that babies are what they've wanted and they will be such amazing mommies. Same for all of my friends who have gotten or are getting married. But what I don't think is fair is when I am chastised for my excitement and borderline obsession with triathlons and my pets after I spend time listening to baby bumps (which, I'm sorry, but as someone trying to lose weight I can't understand why you'd want to have a big belly. I mean, mine wasn't all that great. *sarcasm, don't freak*) and bridal showers.

The universe deals entirely in balance. That's what keeps us alive, a perfect level of push and pull, give and take. Relationships including friendships are the exact same way. All I'm asking for is a bit of equality. Just because I don't ever (and yes I said it, ever) want children and have no sense of urgency regarding marriage doesn't make me any less of a person. It doesn't make my accomplishments or achievements any less just because I don't have a husband by my side or children to come home to. If I say. "How's wedding planning?", "How's the baby?" or even "How's life?" it is only fair that you reciprocate with "How's your training going?", "How's *insert one of my pet's names*?" or even simply, "How's life?" Can we all just agree to be a bit more conscientious? Tis the season and stuff. I'm going to try my best to do a better job of it and I hope you'll join me.

Since no blog is complete without photos, here are some random ones...

My cats are really cute and hairy

My dog always takes safety first before an evening run. She's responsible.


  1. I am at that age when all my friends are on their second or even third kid. I am childless by choice and can understand where you're coming from when I get excited to talk about my latest race or cute thing my ball of fur did and hear crickets and then some story about how their kid did something amazing in its diaper. :) In their defense, their children take over their entire lives while we are able to pursue many different hobbies and not lose sense of our selves. It's tough being a parent. i know I couldn't do it. But it's nice to see furry ones and blog posts about things other than triathlon from time to time. :)
    Jessica (aka GreenMtnLabbit from BeginnerTriathlete)

  2. Thanks for reading Jessica! I totally get that kids take over your life and I mean, they should! But I don't want that kind of responsibility. I love my fur babies and since it's off season I'm trying to post more like a human and less like a triathdroid.


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