Spontaneity

My life has become full with regularly scheduled activities. While I love everything I have planned, the clubs I’ve joined, the dance classes, ect., it doesn’t leave much room for spontaneity. The blend of sanguine and choleric in my personality demands I have to have both. Without both structure and spontaneity I get grumpy.

I wanted to see what would happen if I purposly didn't plan anything going into Friday. It was great! One of those perfect NYC weekends that make me want to brag about what an amazing place I live in.

I went with a friend to see two solo musicals at a local theater. Then to the Guggenheim to see the new photography exhibit. I found it disturbing instead of introspective or fascinating. Part of the problem is nothing in the Gugg will ever compare to "I Want to Believe", the first exhibit I saw there. Then I spent the wonderfully weathered Sunday strolling on the High Line with a few friends. The High Line is a raised, abandoned, railroad track recently converted to an elevated park. To end the day we went to eat at the Frying Pan, a restaurant created on board a previously sunken ship.

Where else can you do all that in a weekend?

13.1

I started Easter weekend by running a half marathon. 13.1 miles of one foot in front of the other, endless pavement, two+ hours, countess steps… quite the challenge. I was supposed to have been training for weeks leading up to the event but my life is already filled to the brim, so I ran 4-6 miles once a week. I figure training for my dance competition two weeks ago and the fact that I am competitive and stubborn did the rest. I didn’t stop or walk! I actually found it easier than I had anticipated, although my right ankle tends to disagree with me even now. By mile seven I knew I would complete the race without stopping; the miles were flying by. I maintained my slow speed throughout even when I wanted to start going faster at mile ten. I kept thinking about the classic tale of the tortoise and the hare. Finishing was more important than speed. I did “sprint” over the finish line. At least I think I was running fast. I might have just been crawling along with a funny look on my face.

The race was organized through World Vision, a great organization that I have been sponsoring a child with for the past year. They also do disaster relief work and community development. Runners were either running to raise funds for Kenya (like myself) or Haiti. I found out about the race shortly after returning from Kenya so it made a lot of sense.

One of my friends came out to show support and take pictures. It helped a lot knowing that someone was along the path to cheer me on. In addition, a few teens from Grace Chapel in Clifton Park ran. It was great to see them again and I saw their parents at Mile 10- a nice little boost up a hill. Congrats Jordan, Lindsey, Rachel, and Kayla!