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He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

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The best thing about moments is that you never know which one is going to change your life. It can be any moment. An out of the blue email, a chance encounter at the store, a wrong turn in an unfamiliar neighborhood, or something as simple as a phone call.

And that’s how it happened to me.

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I Fell In Love In NYC. With a Pork Chop. DON’T JUDGE ME.

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I will take such good care of you, baby.

HA! So I did manage to get my run in yesterday. I went to the gym in my super posh swank hotel and I hopped on a treadmill and I did it. I’m used to running at my gym, which is smack in the middle of Calzone Dipped in Ranchville and French Fryshire. What I’m saying is, I’m almost always one of the most in shape people there. Not so in a NYC gym.

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Greetings from NYC!

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I am writing this from an airplane, on my way to NYC for work. I used to love traveling for work, the siren call of a strange city, exotic sights and expense account dinners. All of that changed when I had Jones. Kyle was a bit older, if by a bit you mean 15 years, and once children become teenagers it’s not only easier to leave them for days at a time, it’s sometimes preferable.

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Howdy!

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Welcome to my new blog! If you don’t already know me, my name is Bethany and you can go ahead right up there and click Who the Hell Am I to find out a little bit more. Go ahead. I’ll wait…. Okay? Cool!

Based on the blog name, you would think that this is going to be about running and wine. And it IS! YOU WERE RIGHT! Doesn’t that feel good? But it’s also going to be about other stuff. Like, whatever I want cause it’s my blog! Probably life, my boyfriend, my kids and sports. Who knows? It will be such an adventure.

I just wanted to take this time to say hello, and thank you for stopping by. I do appreciate it  and I’m going to do my best to make every trip here worth it. I’m open to any and all ideas for posts, features, product review, wines to try, books to read, cliffs to jump off of, whatever.

So let’s get cracking!

As I previously mentioned (if you read Who the Hell Am I), I spent most of my life not loving running. I did it if I had to (trains to catch, cops to evade, etc) but it was a run borne of need and not desire. Every chance I had, I did not run.  I didn’t understand people who did run. I was raised in a culture that invented the remote control, escalators, and moving walk ways. Industries are built around our love of not even not running but barely frigging walking.

I was a smoker, I drank too much, and I ate like crap. I hated vegetables. HATED them. I ordered food or went out. And when I did cook at home, it was Hamburger Helper or fish stick sandwiches (these are actually tasty as all get out. Take five fish sticks, a slice of american cheese and two pieces of bread. Smoosh and eat. Heaven) or some other sodium laden boxed monstrosity.

Then I met my partner in crime, my boyfriend, my baby daddy… Casey. He was Mr. Health Freak Have a Salad Go To The Gym I Work Out. And I was all That’s Cute Where’s My Cigarettes. But we made it work. And then we made a baby. So bye bye smoking, hello spinach. Casey spent my entire pregnancy showing me that foods that are good for you can be tasty, and that working out can feel good. It was a revelation.

I started running as part of my post-baby get back in shape regime. It was just a part of my workout. I didn’t hate it, but I didn’t love it, either. Then a woman at work challenged me to run The Great Race with her. I love me a challenge. THAT’S when it happened. I got off the treadmill and hit the streets to get ready for the 10K, and I fell head over heels with running.

Me and my post race beer. WHAT? It's actually good for you. So there. You can't say I don't look happy.

I smiled (and huffed and wheezed) during my first 1.5 run. 1.5 turned to 2, turned to 4, turned to 6 and I never stopped smiling. Not once. I run in the rain. In single digit temperatures. When it’s beating down sun and in the 90s. Even when I REALLY don’t want to, I know that the second my feet hit the street, I will be grinning like a loon. I’m up to 8.5 miles for my long run and training for my first half. And I can’t wait.

And I think that’s enough for now. I would keep going, but honestly, it’s time for my run.