The good news is we are officially moved into our new office building!
The bad news is that I cannot actually occupy my new office, quite yet. I arrived at work this morning ready for the world domination that comes along with an office of your own, only to find my boss (with his oversized desk and regiment of stuffed leather chairs) had claimed my space.
You see, the partners’ offices are not finished, meaning they each needed a place to crash for a couple of week and since my office is pretty sweet- it was prime for the taking. Without missing a beat, I (temporarily) set-up shop in an empty cube and will spend the next few weeks dreaming of my impending upgrade….a workspace with a door!
I am totally not complaining, though…on the list of things I will always do with a smile- loan my space to the person who signs my paychecks.
Hi there Fuck Yeah Chicago, I just wanted to say thank you so much for reblogging a couple of my chi-town posts today! I am madly in love with our sweet home town, and I think your blog does a remarkable job celebrating it. FYC is definitely one of my best “follows” of the year! Keep up the great work and have an awesome weekend. Peace in the middle west, Em
Thanks Emily!! You’re awesome, this made the morninng wonderful :)
My previous two long runs (15 & 16 milers) have been pretty tough. Sure I finished them (and yes, I busted out some post-run smack-talk), but truthfully I have been disappointed in myself and the lack of progress I have been making this training season. Chalk it up to the injuries I have been battling or the schedule I have been balancing…but whatever the reason, my running confidence had been seriously shaken.
As I laced up my shoes Saturday morning, a nagging voice of doubt narrated my pre-run rituals. The problem with this is that when it comes to long-distance running, you are a team of one. It is just you and the open road- so if you don’t believe in yourself…you are left with no one. You are all you’ve got.
All hope was not lost, though. I kept trying to silence the negative voice in my head by reminding myself that I was only one great run away from regaining my confidence. (And that right there is the beauty of running - one incredible run effectively erases any memories of heavy legs or painful cramps. Runners, do you agree with this?)
So, on Saturday morning, I took to the lakefront for what really needed to be a strong 12 miles. Maybe it was the cooler weather and the palpable fall-crunch in the air, or the fact that I ate and slept like an athlete this week, giving my body much needed care, or (most likely) it was being reunited with my very first marathon partner who was in town visiting and jumped at the chance to join me for my mileage.
Sarah, her friend Rob, and I enjoyed a perfect morning run. My strides were even, my breathing was steady, and the back half of the run was considerably quicker than our pace on the way out. I felt good. I felt good!
Moral of the story… keep going.
Try to keep pushing… but when that feels like too much…just try to keep going. You are stronger than you think you are.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
I packed shoved the contents of my cubicle into bright orange packing bins and tagged all of my oversized professional-possessions with a name/location label in preparation for our big office move!
I made a dunkin donuts run with an awesome coworker and returned with a large coffee (for me) and a box of munchkins (not for me).
I got to leave the office at noon! Once the swat team of movers descended on our work space and disappeared with our computers- we were relieved of our duties for the day. (Side note: While I sure appreciate the half-day Friday…Getting out early due to lack of internet access made me wonder how the devil any work was accomplished prior to the 90’s.).
I filled my free afternoon with an 8 mile lakefront run. Massive headwinds notwithstanding, it was a lovely and much needed jog.
I noticed that Kate started following my blog, which made me exceedingly happy. That girl is adorable (Don’t take my word for it though…See for yourself)!
It is not even technically Friday night and I am already loving my weekend. Things are looking good!
Scene: Simon and Emily are getting ready to go out dinner with some friends. She is running a little late and is trying to put on make-up while drying her hair in order to expedite the primping-process. Simon keeps glancing from his watch to his wife, effectively expressing his irritation over their impending tardiness.
Simon: Babe, are you almost ready….?
Simon: …..Seriously, we have to leave in 8 minutes….
Simon: What can I do to help you out?
Em: (Shouting over the whir of her hairdryer) Can you please grab my Tory Burch clutch from the closet and toss in a tube of my Chanel glossimer.
Simon emerges from Emily’s closet about 5 seconds later…carrying the CORRECT handbag AND deposits the CORRECT lipstick!!!
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[End of Play]
Directors Note: When I first met my husband I am not sure he could have named a single designer, much less identify a brand based on its logo alone….so when he didn’t flinch at the words “Chanel Glossimer” AND was able to pick out the Tory Burch clutch..on his first try… from my (not small) collection of handbags, I was filled with an overwhelming feeling of pride! My man knows his designers!!!
Directors Note 2: When I first met my husband, I am not sure I could have named a single Notre Dame football player…and now I am a raging Irish sycophant. So I guess the whole “introducing your spouse to new things” works both ways!
Currently sitting in nutrition class (tumblr on the BlackBerry is great) thinking to myself ‘damn these new Marc Jacobs on my feet magically make me smarter’. The kids around me wearing their gym shoes and god awful crocs have nothing on me, my brain, or my kicks.