I underestimated how I’d feel coming back from Italy. I returned last Friday evening and the weekend was everything I could have wanted and more…my sister was home from school, we carved pumpkins, saw a movie (Girl on the Train!), spent time outside, ate good food, etc. All of my favorite simple things. Then Monday hit and I felt the pressures that I had “escaped” the week prior.
I knew this would happen. Hell, I even wrote about it! But none of that makes it any better or easier.
I feel like I’m on the brink of excitement in a few ways, which is, yes, exciting. However, because there is so much room for “error,” I still need to cover my bases. Does that make any sense? Kind of vague (and confusing), but take it as you will. It’s Thinking Out Loud Thursday so I don’t need to explain myself too much. In fact, a dose randomness is just what the doctor ordered. Thanks for hosting the link-up, Amanda!
On my mind today…
1. My body is 50% pumpkin seeds, 50% sweet potatoes at this point. I made two flavors of pumpkin seeds this weekend (cinnamon and turmeric) and am contemplating carving another pumpkin just to make more.
2. Speaking of pumpkins, choosing a carving design is always a difficult task. It ranks up there with choosing a nail polish color (a major first world problem). Some years I get extra creative and want to be a Pinterest superstar, other years I just want carve my average pumpkin in peace. I went with the latter this time.
3. Right before I left for Italy my mom and I went to a very unique yoga event in town. Silent Disco Yoga. The theme was “tribe,” referring to a yoga tribe (community) and tribal war paint.
Every participant had headphones with two stations of (very upbeat) music. The instructor spoke through a microphone so you could hear her cues through the headphones too.
Turns out, this should have been called Silent Disco Dance Party because the yoga part was very minimal. We danced so much…more than I have in years. I’m not a dancer so it felt a bit weird at first (and we didn’t know anyone) but it ended up being a really fun and spirit-lifiting night. Chalk (another) one up for leaving my comfort zone.
4. On my way to and from Italy I had a layover in Frankfurt. When my mom realized I would be flying through Germany she (pretty much) screamed “It’s October! You’re going to be in Germany for Oktoberfest!” No, mom, I’ll be in the airport during Oktoberfest, not as cool. Although the airport did make a big deal out of it.
I also bought my dad a German beer, which – fun fact- was actually the first beer I’ve every purchased. My excuse: beer isn’t gluten-free (made from barley), I’m not a big drinker and I’ve only been 21 for 10 months. I have time.
5. Lastly, while I was in Italy, something magical happened. I went running. 4 miles. No pain.
I’ve been in physical therapy for a few weeks and while I’ve seen great progress, I’m still no where near 100%. Lingering pain, mainly, but an extreme loss of fitness too. My uncle asked me if I wanted to go running with him and I figured, even if it sets me back, I want to run in Italy.
So I went…and felt incredible.
A few things came to mind: 1) It was 45 degrees so my feet were numb, 2) It’s all mental and, 3) The terrain was soft (this is likely the biggest factor, as my PT explained). I usually run on pavement/sidewalk and this was all dirt trails. I came back to Florida thinking I’d feel just as good but that wasn’t the case. I’m not necessarily back to the drawing board, but I’m also not ready for 4 miles of running in America. Maybe I need to move to another country? Fitness/running update next week.
Regardless, I’m thankful my sneakers got in some international mileage. It’s the little things…