musings on running, life, and everything in between

And so a star was born… or something


Today I took a random online Meyers-Brigg-type personality test (found here While I lacked the attention span to read it thoroughly, one thing that leapt out at me was the mention of INFP’s having difficulty finding a job that suited them perfectly. However, their strength in creative writing and dislike of rules, etc. led them towards vocational pursuits like freelance writing. I’ve heard that’s quite lucrative. Almost as lucrative as being an educator. Ha.

Anyhow, it got me thinking about how I’ve dabbled in trying to blog before, but I’ve gotten distracted or lacked the initiative to continue beyond a few posts. I keep getting bombarded with messages, though, about how I should make writing a daily practice. Being an academic, I’m supposed to read and write, but beyond emails and lesson plans, not much gets done in those two domains. And I realized that I don’t find joy in much of it. So, to rout myself from my current depressive malaise, and to groom this practice of daily writing, I decided to choose a form of writing that would bring me joy. Writing about running and the various things that have to do with running in my life.

So I launch myself into the blogosphere.

I’ve been wrestling with depression lately. Whether it’s the fact that winter is never-ending or just my general self, it’s been a struggle. One small beacon of hope has been my recent near-daily dose of a large Dunkin’ Donuts coffee with cream and sugar, which is weird. I’m a black coffee drinker. Always have been, even when I was 16 years old. My parents swore that stuff would eat a hole in my stomach (I’m still waiting on that to happen. Ha). In the meanwhile, before anything else, I start my day with several cups of black coffee. However, coming off this ridiculous no bread/sugar diet, I’ve found great joy in drinking heavily doctored coffee later in the morning. It’s practically sinful, and I’ve been enjoying it right before or after preschool pick-up.

2015-03-04 10.04.59Today’s deliciousness. I’m not sure what’s up with the paper cup. My friend conjectured that perhaps they had been pestered too much about the Styrofoam (I live in a very environmentally-aware town). I conjectured that they simply ran out of Styrofoam today.

Training today was an easy 7 miler (I’m training for a marathon in April). I did it on the treadmill at a friend’s house while watching The Fall on the iPad. Made the time fly! I generally despise the “dreadmill,” but it allows me to not feel guilty for watching TV since I’m multi-tasking. I also worked up quite a sweat, which was kind of fun, since that isn’t happening in the frigid temperatures outside.

I2015-03-04 12.32.51 was “breaking” in my Brooks Pure Connect’s. I’ve found the Brooks Pure line to be a little narrower/snugger in the arch, so I played around with a new lacing method to allow for more room there. I have wider feet, duck feet I would argue. Narrow at the heel and then flaring out in a triangular-fashion. Awesome-sounding, no?

Anyhow, I should probably go do some work on the writing that actually pays the bills. In the meanwhile, feel free to comment:

Thoughts on The Fall and/or shows to watch on the treadmill? 

Other “fun” shoelace tricks for runners?

Author: runNerdier

Marathoner. Academic. Mom of 2 ankle-biters.

3 thoughts on “And so a star was born… or something

  1. I say yes to finding joy! I’ve been wrestling, too. I enjoyed reading your writing – it’s good.


  2. Wonderful idea, the blog is. You distance runners kill me with the “easy 7” nonsense! That’s a brag worthy feat in my book. And I have brick feet. So there.


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