
currently: montreal.
i am a work in progress, and i am
in it with all my heart.
“There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable:
I love. I have loved. I will love.”
― The Time Traveler's Wife
well. i’ve noticed that my lungs fill up so much more now! it takes a lot more to really get me out of breath. my heart, too! my resting heartbeat is slower and more efficient. i’ve also noticed a big change in my mind, it’s so much clearer after a workout. plus, my stomach! instead of craving sugary carb-y bread-y things like i used to, i just can’t get enough fruits and veggies. gimme all the salads and mangoes and strawberries. important changes all over! :)
i actually did! i won my first cross country race when i was in grade 2 and never looked back, haha. when i got into grade 4 my gym teacher started letting me come to the middle school practices (since there was no cross country “team” before middle school) so i ran cross country every fall and track through the spring. by junior high i was a running machine and was always leading the pack of boys during practices. i loved it because they had a lot of respect for me and admired that i was as fast or faster than most them, butttt that was around when the girls started hating on me, haha. they thought i was being a showoff by not hanging back and running with them (they all ran in little packs of 2 or 3 - it was required to run cross country in my jr high if you wanted to play basketball) because i’d be way off ahead on my own with the boys.
| Song: Little Talks |
| Artist: (Of Monsters and Men) Julia Sheer & Jon D cover |
| Played 11 times |
country mouse misses her trail and hates running on concrete. bah.
but infinitely thankful to have rekindled my love affair with running. so much of who I am comes from the relationship I had with running from age 8 onward. getting back into it and remembering that love and where i come from, who i was and who i am now, has been incredibly good for my soul.
sorry I left ya for so long, running. never again.
(also, forever in the habit of buying running gear that would keep me from getting mistaken for a deer and shot in the woods. you can take the girl out of the woods, but…)
last breakfast in Nova Scotia. headed back to montreal and real life this afternoon and sad to be leaving. every time I come home I become more aware of the fact that I am not a city girl. 🌿🍃🌾
it’s not even the series finale and the office had me ugly crying for the last 15 minutes.
scalding hot bubble bath with the daily show playing on my ipad
followed by a gigantic glass of coconut water + ice
= good for my soul.
found a hatched robin’s egg on the side of the trail this morning that was still wet. happy birthday, baby birdie!