1. Ohhhhhh my gosh, this week, you guys. This time tomorrow I’ll be on my way to the city I wish I called home, Seattle, to visit family. Even though it’s only been 10 months since my last visit, it’s been nearly 10 years since I last visited Seattle during the summer (my most recent trips have been in December, May and October) and I absolutely can’t wait. I’m also running my first race in Washington (state) on Saturday (and am desperately trying to ignore the 300 feet of elevation gain between miles 3 and 5 of said race. I’m choosing to believe that my “altitude training” from living 600ish feet above sea level, compared to the 100-400 feet above sea level of this course, will carry me through. That, or walking. Probably walking.)
Anyway, while I’m chomping at the bit to be on the West Coast, life in Chicago is doing its darndest to break me in the mean time. I don’t remember the last time I took a weeklong vacation to anywhere other than my parents’ house, and WOWZA is the prep to go away for this amount of time stressful. I feel like I have 10 million things I need to get in order before I leave my house tomorrow morning, and it’s super overwhelming. If I could do it all again, I would’ve taken today off as well to get my life in order before leaving. Of course, it doesn’t help that I will have approximately 14 hours between stepping off the plane on my return trip and needing to be on the Lakefront Trail running 20 miles, and will have approximately six hours from the time I step on the Trail for my 20 miler to be on my way to a wedding in the suburbs >.< This is why I (normally) don’t take vacations during marathon season (so of course, the year I decide to run two marathons, one of which is three weeks earlier than I’m used to running a marathon, is the year I go on a family vacation. Smart move, self.)
2. One of my roommates decided that she had had enough of the scuff marks that had been all over all walls since before I moved in two years ago, and asked our landlord to paint the place. He refused to do so (?! I do like my landlord a lot, because he’s super laid back and hands off, but sometimes I wonder if he understands what owning a property entails. Like, you know, maintaining that property, even if you don’t live in it.), but instead offered to buy us painting supplies so we could do it ourselves. Guess what last weekend’s project was?
I like that the walls now look nice and clean, but I was annoyed a bit over the whole situation. The scuff marks didn’t bother me, and I don’t even own the place! I find it so difficult to care about something like paint on the walls at a place that isn’t mine and isn’t where I’ll live forever. There’s a reason why I’ve never painted anyplace I’ve lived in as a tenant, you know? Whatever. It’s done now. All I have to say is that I had better get my entire security deposit back whenever I move out, if my landlord expects us to do the maintenance he should be doing.
3. And with that: to Seattle! I’ve got a couple posts scheduled for next week (though my marathon training recap will be a little incomplete), but I’m not bringing my laptop with me, so my appearances in Blogland may be a bit limited until after Labor Day. Until then, friends!
Have you gone on any vacations this summer?