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(Maine, pt 1)

At the tail end of July, when I was barely keeping my head above water trying to finish school and put in 60+ hour work weeks, I needed something to look forward to. I hadn’t traveled since April, and that is way too long for this girl. So I called up my favorite travel buddy, and our conversation went something like this:

(Anna): “Hey, Betsy - wanna go to Maine?”

(Betsy): “Sure!”

I’ve got a laundry list of US cities/states that I want to eventually visit, and Maine wasn’t really at the top - but it was probably one of my favorite domestic destinations thus far. When I arrived in Portland at the *cough* Jetport, I had no clue just how small the city was. So tiny. And full of adorable elderly folks, who I only assume galavant around the gorgeous coastal city enjoying retirement in the finest of ways. 

Betsy and I collected our tiny rental bullet car and headed downtown. The strip, fronted with a play off of the NYC Flatiron building, was lined with various bookstores, coffee shops, and lots of cute boutiques. My favorite, however, was the antique map store, where we were greeted by Henry the Cat, who had a demanding presence and his own business cards. 

I was in such a fantastic mood after exploring for a few hours, thanks in part to the beautiful cool, fall weather which is probably two entire months ahead of home in TN. The leaves were insane and the colors were vibrant. 

If you’ve been following me for a while, it’s no secret I love food. And it’s no secret that I love food on vacation the most. So I accepted the responsibility of finding a place for dinner, which was no short order with my counterpart having 20+ miles on her schedule the next morning. I yelped, chose, and we hit the Thai jackpot. I’ve never put anything so delicious in my person before. I was inappropriately sighing and moaning after each bite. 

Clearly, Thai is the best pre-run fuel ever (sorry, pancakes) because I ran farther and harder than I had in months. Betsy did a ridiculous amount of miles, and then came back to get me for ~10 more. I forget how incredible trail running can be - it is what you make it. Aside from practically barrel rolling Betsy down a hill after tripping on stumps and sticks because I just had to change my Spotify song every 10 seconds, it was the perfect ‘comeback’ long run. I also carried a pop-tart for the first 5k, which beats any kind of GU, ever.

It was an A+ day. 

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Allow me to distract you with my deconstructed dinner while I draft together posts about my weekend. 
This post is significant because 1) fresh, pretty veggies and 2) IT FEELS LIKE FALL OUTSIDE and that means it’s stew/soup season. Dinner is delicious when it’s healthy, straight from the farmers market, and warm, comfort food. 
Stay tuned for travel spam.

Allow me to distract you with my deconstructed dinner while I draft together posts about my weekend. 

This post is significant because 1) fresh, pretty veggies and 2) IT FEELS LIKE FALL OUTSIDE and that means it’s stew/soup season. Dinner is delicious when it’s healthy, straight from the farmers market, and warm, comfort food. 

Stay tuned for travel spam.

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I never thought 20,000 would be a significant number in my life (other than maybe student loan debt…), but it seems to have proven me wrong. I’ve had this blog since the beginning of 2009, as a way to document my own fitness journey in terms of keeping myself accountable. In the passing years, it’s transformed into something much more than I ever imagined possible. I can’t figure out why anyone would want to read my mindless brain vomit on the daily, but thanks for sticking around. You guys have made this place pretty darn fun. You’re motivating and inspiring and I wouldn’t trade the world for the friendships I’ve made through this little corner of the internet. 
I’ve been reminiscing of some of my favorite things over the years that I’ve written about. It’s ridiculous what does (and doesn’t!) change in 5 years. Some of my favorite times:
I decided that I wanted to run. And so I ran. I ran my first and second marathon.Then I got scarily obsessed with the number 13.1 and ran my heart out. 
I grew a pair and did something I had wanted to do for ages, but was always slightly terrified of (and for good reason) - I joined CrossFit, and I haven’t looked back since. I participated in the CF games open for the first time, and competed in my first partner competition. I have sort-of-guns now. I reached my sole goal of being able to do a pull-up in one year (yesterday I did 55!)
I discovered the delicious, addictive nature of travel which took me to amazing places with amazing people. Chicagooooo. Stupid race with awesome people in Kentucky. Orlando. Half marathon PR in Indy. The best trip to Seattle and Portland. Baaaahstan. Not remembering things in New Orleans. Forecastle Fest. When I brought the heatwave to NYC. A work weekend in Los Angeles. Traipsing through Washington DC and Maryland. Lovely ladies and running in Philly. Drinking our way through Dublin. Utah and Denver. Meandering the gorgeous hills of Budapest. Almost being thrown in a Czech jail for being a stubborn American.
This post isn’t meant to boast about the number of followers I have (because trust me, I’d still be writing if I even had negative followers) but more of a reminder to myself to be thankful for the support I’ve been given. <3 you, Tumblr.
(BTW, where the heck did you all come from? And how have I not scared you away yet??)

I never thought 20,000 would be a significant number in my life (other than maybe student loan debt…), but it seems to have proven me wrong. I’ve had this blog since the beginning of 2009, as a way to document my own fitness journey in terms of keeping myself accountable. In the passing years, it’s transformed into something much more than I ever imagined possible. I can’t figure out why anyone would want to read my mindless brain vomit on the daily, but thanks for sticking around. You guys have made this place pretty darn fun. You’re motivating and inspiring and I wouldn’t trade the world for the friendships I’ve made through this little corner of the internet. 

I’ve been reminiscing of some of my favorite things over the years that I’ve written about. It’s ridiculous what does (and doesn’t!) change in 5 years. Some of my favorite times:

I decided that I wanted to run. And so I ran. I ran my first and second marathon.Then I got scarily obsessed with the number 13.1 and ran my heart out. 

I grew a pair and did something I had wanted to do for ages, but was always slightly terrified of (and for good reason) - I joined CrossFit, and I haven’t looked back since. I participated in the CF games open for the first time, and competed in my first partner competition. I have sort-of-guns now. I reached my sole goal of being able to do a pull-up in one year (yesterday I did 55!)

I discovered the delicious, addictive nature of travel which took me to amazing places with amazing people. ChicagoooooStupid race with awesome people in KentuckyOrlandoHalf marathon PR in IndyThe best trip to Seattle and PortlandBaaaahstanNot remembering things in New OrleansForecastle FestWhen I brought the heatwave to NYCA work weekend in Los AngelesTraipsing through Washington DC and MarylandLovely ladies and running in PhillyDrinking our way through DublinUtah and DenverMeandering the gorgeous hills of BudapestAlmost being thrown in a Czech jail for being a stubborn American.

This post isn’t meant to boast about the number of followers I have (because trust me, I’d still be writing if I even had negative followers) but more of a reminder to myself to be thankful for the support I’ve been given. <3 you, Tumblr.

(BTW, where the heck did you all come from? And how have I not scared you away yet??)

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