Week one of marathon training nearly complete (minus a rest day tomorrow).

I did my first long run this morning (five miles, not actually that long at all) and practiced running with my new fanny pack. It, however was also very cold when I left, so I was also wearing a fleece. Halfway through my run, I naturally became very warm and tried to tie the fleece around my waist, causing the fanny pack to ride up to my boobs. Annoying. So, for about a mile I ran with the fleece in my hand. When that got too annoying, I tied it across my chest, kind of like a cape. I felt like some kind of running hobo with all of my possessions on my back.

Also.
Yesterday I quit my job job at Medicare.
And now I'm the cook at camp.
AHHHHH! I know!!!

But, all of the reasons I wanted to take the job at Medicare for the summer actually were not turning out so great. I was still physically exhausted. And anytime I was off I spent completely alone, because- guess what? Everyone else works at camp. I was pretty miserable. And I thought, "I could work at camp, still be physically exhausted, but not be so lonely." I used my leverage to work in trips home for a wedding, my birthday and the Nike women's 10k, going on the women's backpacking trip, and coming in a little late on Wednesdays to get in my long training runs.

And I feel so at home in that little kitchen. Even though I can still remember feeling like I was chained to it a lot last summer. It still feels like home.