A Year of Running + Gardening |
2010: In the grips of a Quarterlife crisis, I'm striving to both commit and find meaning through training for a marathon and becoming a first time gardener. 2011: Second marathon. Second (dead) garden. Higher stakes. 2012: Half-marathoning? Gardening is unlikely Have I bitten off more than I can chew? Probably. Only time will tell. |
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We’re nearing the end, both of the gardening season and of my 25th year of life. It’s a bittersweet moment. (Let me start by saying that I realize that 25 is young.) My problem is that I always thought that 25 was going to be one of the best years of my life. Why you ask? Well, it wasn’t for reduced car rental rates. I think it was because of my love of the number 25, being the day I was born, 10/25/1984. Not terribly dramatic, I’ll admit.
Somehow it hit me a couple of weeks ago that it was almost over. I quickly thought, “What have I accomplished?” And then realized that I ran a marathon AND started a modest garden. The thing that struck me was that I made this a great year. My brain stopped for a moment and then a mess of terrible, overused phrases rose from my subconsciousness. The kind that sound sweet and that everybody likes immediately. The kind that fill the email signatures of dorky older people. You can a few of them here, here, and here.
