Nearly forgot I had a blog.
Nearly forgot I had a blog.
Every year at my birthday I get very reflecty and have a near meltdown about getting older because I fear change. On birthday-eve I cry (mostly to myself in the last few years, seeing as how dignity is a thing) and think about how I’ll never be that age again. This year seems like a big one because it’s 30 and that sounds like a grown up age to be. I am concerned occasionally that I am not a proper adult because I don’t have a spouse or children or a house or a dog or much travel experience or an IRA or a finance guy I talk to. Instead I have thousands of Lego bricks, quite a few of which are currently on display in my bedroom for no one to see, all the Harry Potter books and movies (dvd and iTunes), and a consistently low bank account due to triathlon participation.
I guess pretty much everyone has thoughts about getting older, but I think it’s important for the people who read this and love me most to know that even though I don’t have the appearance of a normal adult I have still tried to learn things and have grown up approximately 30 years worth growing.
Things I’ve learned in 30 years:
Nothing. I do stupid things every day so really, there is no growing up, there is only continually recognizing how dumb you are and then eventually getting to the point where it doesn’t bother you as much to be eternally stupid and then having a party and getting buzzed* with all your friends and talking about how important Harry Potter is for human development.
Things I’ve recognized in myself over the last 30 years:
*I dislike drunkenness. Thankfully, my immediate social bubble has been mostly filled with semi-like-minded people who don’t appreciate drunkenness much either and we can all get along. But, it’s not drunkenness in other people that bothers me so much, its just that I personally hate to feel “drunk.” Really, I think I have been drunk once in my 30 years so I’m not exactly an authority on the subject but the point is that it’s the worst feeling ever and I hate it and get it away from me.
I love running. I love the friends I’ve made while running, or because of running. I love running on trails because it reminds me of playing in sagebrush and lava rock strewn fields behind Grandpa Paul’s house, I love running speed workouts on a track because it’s hard and burns and reminds me of high school when getting a PR felt like the only benchmark of my existence as a human, and I love 20 mile runs and getting blisters on my hips from a water belt and complaining to Staci about how I’m old and slow then bragging to someone later that day about having run 20 miles that morning. I LOVE races because they are pure joy. A finish line is never anti-climactic. A 5k in Davenport, Washington finish line has the same sense of accomplishment as an Ironman in Coeur d’Alene. I can say that because I’ve done both and this is my blog so I do what I want.
Having a job that is interesting with co-workers I like most of the time and boss I’d follow anywhere are extremely important to me. You can’t have a boss that’s dumber than you, it just doesn’t work. I love puzzles, and my job is kind of like doing a puzzle every day. It’s the sort of thing where the “worst” files are also the most hilarious and interesting stories to tell after the fact. Plus, title insurance jokes are the best. And the other day I became a notary public but don’t ask me to notarize anything for you unless it’s me granting you an easement to visit me in my personal space. …but that’s probably a conflict of interest sooooo, yeah.
Some other things I’ve recognized in 30 years include: Tina fey is YES, Star Wars is the best, Harry Potter is better, wearing jeans to work every day gets old and dressing up is fun, things get awkward, say yes to life and staying in more, my family is amazeballs (all of them), my sister is my non-romantic soulmate, the world is full of it but sometimes good things happen, reading is important, shutting up is kind of more important so people don’t know you’re actually a dummy, an Ironman is worth it, TV isn’t the worst thing ever invented… ugh, there are too many things.
So far, 30 is the best because 20 and 10 were pretty great too. Thanks for being my friend!
So far in 2015 I’ve put together a 4,295 piece Lego set and registered myself for Bloomsday. I think we can all agree it’s been a really productive few days.
“But how was 2014, Rochelle? You haven’t updated your blog since June, really, and we’re all getting concerned!” Listen, the four of you that read this blog who I know, I’ve seen you and told you what I’ve been up to, and the rest of you stalkers will just have to resort to secretly facebooking or twitter searching me. I know you’re out there, because I’ve been stalking you too.
2014 was a success and I am pleased to report I have no regrets from this past year. Except that I may have spent a little too much on various Legos but they brought me joy and mild bemused entertainment to those who witnessed my Lego obsession so it wasn’t a complete waste of funds.
Reviewing the last 12 months in my brain I’m trying to decide what is most noteworthy to report. I learned the most about North Korea this year from what I hope are reliable sources (but also secretly hope they’re not because the stories I’ve heard and read in the last year are terrifying and heartbreaking and I really wish everyone’s life was as easy as mine). I recommend reading Camp 14 and Nothing to Envy and I’ll get back to you on The Two Koreas because I just got it for Christmas and it’s ten years long, and it’s mostly for context.
On a lighter note, the funniest thing I’ve seen all year was this video of my Aunt Tracey imitating me in all those Ironman videos I posted.
In summary: Training, video blog, Bloomsday, Lake Chelan, Moses Lake Triathlon, Ironman, June 30th, Fourth of July, Lake Chelan again, painting, Race the River, SoCal, Titanium Man, Indian Summer Half, Bolts, Legos. 2014, #nailedit.
Hashtag best summer ever.
Remember all the videos I used to post on here, and then did that Ironman thingy, and then got burned out on exercising so I sort of just practiced floating every time I went to the pool, fast walking every time I went for a run, and cool tricks on my tri bike anytime I tried to ride? Ha. That was awesome. This summer was so awesome I didn’t even bother to train for the half-marathon we did on Saturday, and consequently my legs are paying the price today. My walking (if you can call it that) around today resembles old-school Charlie Chaplin style shuffling… only I’m not even trying to be funny. Ugh. Whatever. Rachel took this picture of me and I look buff, hashtag worth it.
…not really. Technically it’s a race bracelet.
AND LUCKY CHARMS ARE MAGICALLY TOXIC.