My base-layer Sunday. On many levels.
I did it.
I’ll say again, more than anything, I’m proud of myself (<—yep. P-word).
- I was exhausted (hats off to single parents. this monday-friday is kicking my…piriformis).
- After days of umbrella-tearing winds, rains and flooding I wanted to seize THAT as an excuse (nice forecast. couldn’t.).
- I remembered how people shared they thought walking was more grueling than running.
I did it.
When I decided to sign up, back in August, I wasn’t yet allowed to share I was moving.
I knew I needed to set myself up for success in the ATX–especially with a transition I was not interested in making.
(it’s not you Austin–it’s me. I felt as though I’d just unpacked!)
I vaguely recalled how, as a new Oaklandite, I longed to get back to Texas.
I knew I could resurrect those feelings if I tried.
I concluded walking through Austin fairly soon after I returned was my answer.
And it was.
What I learned about myself/the ATX during my half-marathon stroll.
Austin has, indeed, changed. Or I have.
Diversity. Friendliness. Landscape. Diversity.
It was all reminiscent of one of my fave quotes:
It was not the same as my never leaving.
I’m a rebel.
If I announce, commit, and state I’m only walking it *actually* sparks me to wanna burst into a
I now see how running might have almost been easier. Shorter. Yet I know had I committed to the run I’d have wanted to walk.
It’s exhausting being me.
(I like to think I looked like this. I ordered this. It never arrived!)
I need to make more time for friendships.
This is a constant struggle for me.
Choosing to walk the race and savor the talktime was fantastic.
I’m the master of the leaning-back-awkward selfie.
Which leads me to…
I should love races…but I’m not sure I do.
I *did* love this lady.
I loved the process of it.
I loved the experience of it.
I’m up and going at 4 am *anyway*.
This race did for me precisely what I needed it to. It answered my question: Can you go home again?
I still wonder if I’d do this on a regular basis?
I’m awake. I don’t know I wanna leave the house.
And that’s really it.
No call to action or question of the day as my mind is wholly and utterly filled with queries.
How can I recreate this wide expanse of time with friends/family?
How do I find my slice of Oakland here in the ATX?
How can I find a way to fit in *more of these walking halfs* without bankrupting myself with babysitters?
Finished and throwing up the #wycwyc sign.
*drops mic and exclusively *walks* offstage*