I'm not sure how I did it, but I managed to fit all of my stuff into a 300 sq foot apartment. Even my treadmill. Yes, I know. I am the only crazy person that would stick a treadmill in a space as tiny as mine, but I love that thing and I refuse to sell it. It's my baby. Until I have a child, I will have that treadmill and nobody can take it away from me. Heck, I used money from selling my eggs to get that bad boy. It practically is a child.
Holly is still adjusting to the new (smaller) space. She's been pacing a bit and seems a little uneasy, but once I hit the sack, she's right there beside me to cuddle. I am so grateful to have a dog and not be living entirely alone. It's nice to have a sidekick.
|What would I do without this pup?|
I took the weekend off from running as I was crazy busy with the move. I was hoping to squeeze in a few miles but quickly realized it was a wash. The two days off made last night's run doubly enjoyable! I met up with Angela, since she will always be my favorite running partner, and we did 5 easy but incredibly refreshing miles. I needed the clean, crisp air in my lungs and the conversation.
I am so grateful for running, especially in times of transition. Everything is new and different right now. I am struggling to sleep through the night in my new place. I'm in a new neighborhood and living on my own for the first time. But the one thing that remains stable is running. When I feel out of sorts, I just need to lace up my Brooks and hit the road. As soon as I'm out there running, a sense of normalcy and familiarity quickly returns and my mind calms itself. Thank you, running, for keeping me sane.
While I am struggling to make ends meet right now, I am overflowing with gratitude. It isn't money that makes us rich, it's friendship, love, gratitude, and well, running.
At the moment, I am incredibly rich.