What a beautiful morning for a run!

After days of it being so hot here in Vienna I was certain I was going to melt, it was such a pleasant surprise to walk outside to a perfect 66 degrees, breezy, sunny morning.

And it’s the second time this month I’ve gone for a run!

(I realize that as it is already the 22nd, this is not all that impressive, but based on my track record lately, it sadly is a big deal.)

And now I shall spend the rest of my day sightseeing and watching old episodes of Saturday Night Live.

I hope everyone has an amazing Sunday! :)

Hey, guess what! I went for a run today!

Not a long one, not an impressive one, but for the first one in over two months?

Not too shabby!

So much has happened since I last posted here, maybe you’ve been reading about it on my blog, maybe not.

I’ve spent 6 weeks falling in love with Paris, I’ve seen mountains and waterfalls in Switzerland, I’ve made my way through Germany, had the greatest waffle of my life in Belgium, spent a few days in Amsterdam, then a few in Denmark.

I’m currently writing to you from sunny, gorgeous Sweden, which just might be the most beautiful place I’ve ever been.

Seriously. I would totally move here. But only in the summer. And with blackout curtains. Did you know the sun rises here around 2am? Crazy!

Even though I haven’t been running, I’m very happy to report that I’ve lost about 30 pounds since I left for Europe in January! I wish it were more, of course, but it’s the most significant weight loss I’ve had in nearly 3 years, so I can’t be too disappointed.

I’m going to try and run more often, but I can’t promise anything, of course.

But today felt really, really good.

And I have been walking an average of 6-8 miles most days. So that’s pretty significant, right?

I hope everyone has been doing well!

P.S. I’ve also grown to like vegetables and coffee and wine. Three things I swore I would never enjoy. Europe has changed me.

off-annd-running:

I’m so happy to announce that it is finally time to unveil my new website! Please check it out; like it, share it, subscribe to it, follow me on whatever social media you prefer, or even send me an email if you’re feeling a little old school. Just please give it a few minutes of your time, I really appreciate it!

I’ll no longer be posting on this page, so be sure to check that one out instead!

I know I haven’t been posting much on this tumblr recently, but new and exciting things are happening in my life and it would mean a lot to me if you could check out my new blog and maybe reblog this to help spread the word.

Thanks so much, you guys! :)

Hey guys!

Long time, no see!

Yeah, I haven’t ran in two months. No, I won’t be running the marathon I had planned on doing this weekend.

But I am determined to love running again, and tonight was the perfect time to get back out there.

The weather was PERFECT and what better way to see Paris than on a run?

Though next time, I will probably not go at 8pm and will definitely pick a different route, but for my first time out, it wasn’t too bad.

Also, Paris is wonderful, and I’ve only been here for 28 hours so far.

Anyway, I did almost two miles tonight, (I think?) and it felt really great.

Time to get back into this running thing. :)

This is precisely how I feel about my day so far. 

I got up totally excited about going for a long run. The plan was 8 miles, I mapped out a nice route through town, I was so excited for the pizza and sweatpants and tv party I was going to have after I got back. 

Then I started running. 

It started off just fine. 

Then the rain started. 

Then the sleet started. 

Then a dog bit me. 

A DOG FREAKING BIT ME!

I mean, if your dog is going to bite people who are just running past you, minding their own business, you should probably at least keep him on a leash. 

Just a thought. 

Then the wind got more intense. 

Then the sleet got more intense. 

I knew 8 miles was not going to happen. 

So instead, I did my usual 2.5 mile route. 

On the bright side?

I haven’t run that fast in a REALLY long time.

This is precisely how I feel about my day so far.

I got up totally excited about going for a long run. The plan was 8 miles, I mapped out a nice route through town, I was so excited for the pizza and sweatpants and tv party I was going to have after I got back.

Then I started running.

It started off just fine.

Then the rain started.

Then the sleet started.

Then a dog bit me.

A DOG FREAKING BIT ME!

I mean, if your dog is going to bite people who are just running past you, minding their own business, you should probably at least keep him on a leash.

Just a thought.

Then the wind got more intense.

Then the sleet got more intense.

I knew 8 miles was not going to happen.

So instead, I did my usual 2.5 mile route.

On the bright side?

I haven’t run that fast in a REALLY long time.

I learned a few valuable things on this run.

1. All these years I’ve thought I despised running at night, turns out, I don’t. I actually kind of like it.

2. I can listed to the same song on repeat for my entire run and not get tired of it (this run was brought to you by You Quit Me by the wonderful Autumn Hurlbert).

3. You really can become a better runner in one day. I ran the same route as the day before and I was able to go so much farther before I had to take a walk break.

4. In Ireland, it really can be not raining when you leave, and over the course of 2.5 miles it can start and stop raining three separate times.

Also, yay for running only because I wanted to, not because I felt like I had to. :)

I had such a wonderful run this morning!

I did 2.5 mile run around town and even though it was raining, it was still a beautiful morning.

I think I really like Galway so far.

It’s a little too small town for me, but it’s a nice little city. :)

Longer run this morning.

5ish miles?

It’s hard to say exactly, map my run was having a hard time keeping up, but I think it was close to that.

Stopped in a park about halfway through to just enjoy the sunshine. Such a beautiful morning!

Of course!

I would love, love, LOVE that!

I’ll send you a message. :)

Of course!

I would love, love, LOVE that!

I’ll send you a message. :)

Sure, you mean like for the whole trip?

Or just for Austria?

Sure, you mean like for the whole trip?

Or just for Austria?

And only five months (and 6 days) until I’m in Austria!!!!

And only five months (and 6 days) until I’m in Austria!!!!

Short run this morning.

2 miles through the streets of Dublin.

The good news? I already feel stronger than I did on my last run; I guess walking 10+ miles everyday does help. :)

First international run!

I am pretty proud of myself for getting up and running on my very first day here - go me!

I did 5k-ish along the river this morning. So pretty!

Other than it being ridiculously windy and me being ridiculously out of shape (I haven’t ran in a month, oops) it was a really nice run.

Now I just have to keep it up, I do have a marathon to train for, after all!

off-annd-running:

Day 001: Getting to Dublin

The day started off early - too early.  After a late night sleepover with some of my best friends, very little sleep was had and the alarm was a very unwelcomed sound.  But today was the day, the day I’d been waiting for and planning for {and paying for) for nearly a year and a half.

It was hard to believe it had finally come, it had seemed eons away for so long.

I gathered my things (which had actually been packed for nearly a week, go me!) and headed to the train station.  After a much tearier goodbye than I had anticipated, I boarded the train bound for Chicago.

I spent the next 6 hours watching movies which were entirely too sappy and had me on the verge of tears nearly the entire trip. I got more and more nervous the closer we got to Chicago, the snow was getting heavier and heavier the farther north we travelled.

Suddenly, the idea of traveling the first week of January seemed a little silly, but there wasn’t much I could do about it at that point.

Luckily, we only had minor delays and my train pulled into the station about an hour late, leaving me with four hours until my flight took off.

I only fell once between exiting the train station and being safely en route to the airport, and based on the amount of times I slipped, that was actually a small miracle.

The ride there was shorter than I had anticipated and before I knew it, I was checked in, through security and ready to board the plane.

(Also, eating for the first time all day, around 4pm, which really sucked)

When I first sat down in my window seat and got situated, I thought, ‘hey, this isn’t so bad.’

The seat was comfortable, each had it’s own TV screen, it reclined well, not a ton of leg room, but more than domestic flights, the girl sitting next to me seemed nice enough.

Eight hours later, however, I would be singing a different tune. The seat in front of me was just close enough that when I tried to stretch out, it dug into my knee.  The girl next to me slept the entire flight so I couldn’t really get up and go to the bathroom or just stretch or anything.  Not to mention, she totally hogged the center arm rest.

I will give them props for their movie selection, however there was no Harry Potter, which is exactly what I wanted to watch, but there were a lot of choices.  I started with a couple I hadn’t seen, but had been wanting to, We’re the Millers and Admission.  Both were decent.

I then started The Blind Side, one of my all time favorites, knowing if I were going to sleep, it would be during a movie I’d already seen a million times.

(I needed some noise to block out the baby that cried nearly the entire flight)

I did drift off a few times and slept through maybe half the movie, but the seat was getting more uncomfortable by the second and by the time the movie was over, I knew it just wasn’t going to happen.

So I ended the flight with Mean Girls and then we were finally landing in Paris.  I wish I could have seen the city on the way in, but it was still dark and pretty cloudy.

After going through security again (with my shoes on!) and finding my gate, I started to realize just how annoying using my phone with wifi only was going to be until I got used to it.  Especially when it keeps kicking you off of whatever wifi you are connected to.

Luckily my layover was short, only about 45 minutes, and then I was boarding my second and final plane for the day.  This time, however, I was stuck in an aisle seat (I HATE aisle seats) and all I wanted to do was sleep, but couldn’t get comfortable.  The seats were too small and the guy next to me was far too close to me.

That flight could not end soon enough.

After a really rough landing though, I had finally arrived in Ireland.  I made my way to immigration and after a questioning look from the guy in the booth about why I would want to be here for 4 weeks, I was let through.

I then boarded a bus that would take me to O’Connell street, in the center (or I think I’m supposed to start spelling it centre now?) of the city and about a mile from my hostel.

The hostel suggested taking the tram from there, but me being me, I decided to walk.  After only getting lost once (and I was still in the right place, I just didn’t know it) I finally got to my hostel, got checked in, got all settled in, made an acquaintance, got a sandwich for dinner and settled into my bed to sleep for the next 15 hours - and boy, did I need it.

And now?

It’s time to officially take Dublin by storm.

After a lot of back and forth, I’ve decided to start a new blog about my travel experiences.

I’ll still be posting about my runs on here, now that I have time to start running again, but this new blog will host my thoughts and accounts of my experiences abroad.

Follow if you’d like!

Today is a day I’ve been looking forward to for quite a while now.

The idea first came about when my dad ran the last few miles of the full with me last year.

We’ve been training for the last few months and, needless to say, it’s the most prepared I’ve been for a race in a really, really long time.

We were still slow, we finished in 3’22, but we ran almost all of it, only took about three walk breaks and only in the last 3 miles.

I’m seriously so proud of us, I can’t even say how much.

And now, I think that it’s time for a well-earned cheeseburger.