January:

January started off grim, with the death of my main PhD supervisor.  It was pretty unbelievable.

I also travelled to Edinburgh for the Great Winter Run!

And Steph and I protested the Muslim ban at a protest in Glasgow city centre.

 

February:

I went to see The Boys in the Band in London again.

March:

I saw Stornoway on their farewell tour and I ran the Resolution Run.

April:

Steph and I went to see David Tennant in Don Juan in Soho.

May:

I took a solo trip to Mallorca.

I also submitted my final copy of my PhD to uni.

 

And Steph (and I) rescued Alonzo.

 

June:

I ran the Women’s 10k in Glasgow, saw the Crucible, and graduated, making me officially Doctor Cindy!

July:

I ran a lot.

August:

I ran the OUTRun 5 miler and Steph and I went to Pride.

September:

Lots of running in prep for the Royal Parks Half and I also went to Cardiff for a job interview, which I was offered and I accepted.

October:

October was a whirlwind!  I went to London to run the Royal Parks Half on my 42nd birthday.  The following week I moved to Wales, first staying in Penarth in an AirBnB, and then moving to my flat at the end of the month!

November:

I had a crazy 24 hour train trip when I returned to Glasgow to get Bailey and ended up staying overnight in Preston.  I also went to the theatre to see the musical Tiger Bay.

December:

I ran the Cardiff Santa & Elf Dash.

Steph and I met up in London to see Hamilton!

I travelled to Scotland to spend Christmas with Steph and Alonzo.

 

So, that was my year.  Of course it goes without saying that overall, this year was a massive dumpster fire given what is going on in the world.  On balance, my personal year was pretty good, but it’s been overshadowed by the uncertainty of the world in the US and UK.  It’s frightening to live in a world where nuclear war could be started by a tweet. . .

 

Hopefully, 2018 will be a great year.

So since I’ve last posted, I ran the Royal Parks Half, flew back to Glasgow, packed up my life and moved to Wales.

First, I spent a couple of weeks in an AirBnB in Penarth.  I spent as much time as I could walking and running along the beach.

I saw some gorgeous sunsets.

 

And I pet some cats.

And then I moved to my new flat!

After I settled in, I went back up to Glasgow to get Bailey, which ended up being a 24 hour trip from Glasgow to Cardiff!  But we made it home in the end.

 

 

I’ve been really enjoying my new job.  It’s given me opportunities to attend conferences, workshops, and research launches.

I’ve had some time for sightseeing and the theatre as well.

And now, I’m getting ready for Christmas!  (This is the tree in my work building, not my own tree!)

That’s the past month and a half in a nutshell!  More to come soon!

April was a pretty good month.  My hip cleared up and I had a total of 102.54 km (64 miles) for the month.

Early in the month, we went to London to see David Tennant in Don Juan in Soho.  He was truly outstanding as always and I am so glad that we got the opportunity to see him in the theatre again.

I was glad that my hip felt improved enough so that I could get my run in in London.

I drank a lot of nitro cold brew, ate too much gelato, and had a great time as always.

The rest of the month consisted of running, Pilates, and the never ending job searching.  I’m all set to graduate next month, and hopefully I’ll be able to celebrate also having found a job!

Hopefully May’s catch up will be more interesting as I’m off to Mallorca this weekend for some R&R (running and rest) so. . .

Looking back on this year, I was unable to find a post related to goals or resolutions for 2016.  I figured that my main goal was to finish my thesis and pass my Viva, and anything else in addition would be great.  I finished my thesis and passed my Viva, so I consider that a win.

Goals for 2017

  1. Find a job. This is pretty much the first and most immediate goal apart from my thesis corrections.  It’s rather intimidating as I’m not entirely confident in the search so far.  I have always struggled when job searching, to the point where I’d send out 300-500 resumes in a summer and not hear anything back from anyone.  I hope that it’s not like that this time around.
  2. Journal every day.  Last Christmas, Steph got me a daily journal where you record your thoughts every day and it records them for 5 years.  It’s like a paper Timehop.  Theres’s only a few lines for each day in each year, however.  This year I’d like to spend a little more time writing about my day, what’s gone on, and how I’m feeling.
  3. Run a sub 30 minute 5K.  You’d think that for someone who has been running for as long as I have, that this would have been crossed off my list by now.  But it hasn’t.  I struggle with running faster as I am afraid I will make myself sick (I’m a paranoid emetophobe, what I can I tell you?).  My current fastest time is 31:57 and that was on the treadmill. Even if it takes me until the 31 December 2017 to get to 29:59, I’ll be happy.
  4. Run another half-marathon (and not get injured). I’ve run 2 half-marathons so far and I’d like to run another.  I ended up pulling my leg/knee about halfway through my last half, so I’d like to train and run another without any issues or incident. The key to that is. . .
  5. Stretch and strength train more consistently.  I know why I struggled towards the end of my half training last year, and that was my lack of consistency.  Granted, part of that was due to the fact I was trying to finish my thesis, but spending 10-20 minutes stretching isn’t exactly a hardship.
  6. Lose the last 30 or so pounds I need to.  If nothing else this year has shown that I need to make my health a priority and getting to a healthy weight is important.

    Any goals or resolutions you’d like to share?  Leave ’em in the comments!  Happy New Year!

I’ve been doing a lot of thinking lately.  Mostly, these thoughts are fleeting worries, like passing ships in the night.  But these thoughts have a theme; transitions.

I’ve gone through several major transitions in life, and I find my thoughts going back to the earliest of transitions for some reason lately.  Perhaps it’s sentiment.  Nostalgia.  I have been listening to a lot of 80’s music.  However, I do feel that it was triggered by the writing of my acknowledgements for my thesis.  I did a lot of thinking about the people in my life and the people who have left a mark on my life at some point. Perhaps they encouraged me.  Or, on a more sinister note, maybe they were a deep rooted and fundamental reason as to why I chose this research topic.

My thoughts find me back to this first transition.  I can feel the crunch of leaves underfoot and there is a scent of Aussie Sprunch spray in the air.  With these reminders, I’m back wandering the halls, head down. It’s like that nightmare that I have when I’ve forgotten my locker combination or my gym clothes. I’ve been out of school for over 20 years and I still have these dreams.  It’s a hard time for me, so alone.  Still, I have the music I enjoy and my treasured favourite old books, and the one person who I could talk to.  This, in turn, drags emotions long repressed and avoided bubbling to the surface and I feel like I’m drowning.  (One would think I’d have moved past this, but I can’t let things go. There was no closure, so. . . ) 

Deep breaths and I’ve moved on to the next transition.  It’s hot and sunny and I’m sitting on the green at Clark University. I tip my head back to look up at the blue sky and I smile broadly.  I’ve done it.  I’m in college on my own.  The absolute joy that I feel at that moment is joined by a twinge of homesickness. I push it off and try to look forward.  I haven’t really met anyone yet, so that excitement is still there.  I have no idea what’s going to happen: those moments before I meet my roommate and my hallmates, long before J. coined the phrase about how I analyse everything like I live in a fishbowl (see my blog tagline), before I met people who changed my life.

I allow myself a few more moments on Clark’s green before I’m in Glasgow, 6 years ago.  It’s sunny and mild and I’m wearing my Ortiz t-shirt (Boston represent!). I have absolutely no idea where I am (grad school has not improved my ability to read a map) and I can’t be bothered to care.  It’s a gorgeous day and the leaves are just starting to change colour and the few that have fallen crunch underfoot. I find myself in Kelvingrove Park and everything seems bright and larger than life.  I treasure this moment, it’s precious. It’s before. . .  .

Now, I’m in the after.  Approaching the end of another chapter of my life and I’m not quite sure how to close the book on it.  There is a lot of anxiety and uncertainty in this transition.  And if there’s one thing I don’t like, it’s not knowing what’s going to happen.  Right now, I feel like I’m about to jump into the void, feet first, and it’s terrifying.

For now, I’m just trying to breathe.