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Categories: Life

That Time I Ran a Mud Race

My mom is the one who brought up the idea of doing a mud race. She found this race randomly one day in September and said she’d pay my race fee. I looked at the website and thought it over. It didn’t seem like it would be one of those hardcore mud races, plus it was females only which are my favorite kinds of races to do, so I shrugged and said “Sure.” After all, it was still almost six months away and a lot can change in six months.

Fast forward to February. I’m two months out from breaking my ankle and while I knew I could physically walk a 5K, I wasn’t sure about the whole obstacle course thing. Was I going to make it?

We were going to find out.

We arrived at the race site, which was at this gorgeous former horse ranch in Dade City, around 7:30 on Saturday and it was a chilly 38 degrees. I told my mom, “You know, if we lived in the Midwest, this weather would feel great!” She looked at me and said, “But we’re not from the Midwest.” Ain’t that the truth?

Thankfully, as the sun came up, it warmed up a bit and was probably in the upper 40s, low 50s when we were racing.

Our official start time wasn’t until 9:15 but we decided to be rebels and got in the starting chute around 8:30 since they weren’t being super sticklers about start times. Due to the nature of this race and not wanting to cause a bottleneck at the beginning of the course, they were letting small groups go at a time. Once that small group crossed a specific part of the course, they’d let the next group go. It was really efficient and before long, we were up at the front and it was nearly time for us to start!

I started getting really nervous at this point! It was only then that it sunk in that I was going to be splashing around in mud for three miles. I’m not someone who enjoys being dirty, at all, and remember hating it as a kid, too, so I was feeling a little apprehensive about it.

But nothing to it but to do it—it was time to go!

The first obstacle came quickly, just 200 yards from the start. It was a simple mud pit that we had to run through, and it felt like the weirdest thing to do! A mud pit is something you avoid, not walk in willingly with shoes on. And yet, that’s exactly what we had to do. (Side note here: I went to Target the day before the race to buy a cheap pair of shoes because I sure did not want to ruin the new shoes I bought just a few months ago! Thanks, Kim, for the tip!)

Challenge #1 done! There was a bit of a walk to the next obstacle, which was an easy one where we just had to climb over and under various obstacles. (Climbing over was harder for me because I’m so short!) Then we had to run on an inflatable that had mud pit holes to avoid, climb up and over vertical monkey bars (scary!), and then… the obstacle that caused me to tweak my ankle.

What’s that? Did I hurt my ankle again? Nobody is surprised? Well, fine then.

I had a feeling this obstacle was going to be a difficult one. It involved climbing over not-very-stable mounds of closely packed dirt and then jumping into a mud pit (that was fairly deep—maybe went up to my thighs?). There were three mounds to climb and mud pits to jump into. The second time I jumped into the mud pit, I landed weirdly and felt something give in my ankle. So I immediately climbed out of the mud pit and skipped the last section. I don’t think I did anything super damaging—I was able to walk on my ankle with just a small twinge of pain and complete the course (making sure to baby that ankle and use my left leg for leverage and landing), and thankfully I have physical therapy tomorrow to address it!

The course really seemed to fly by, something I have never said about a race. I felt like I was truly in the moment and just enjoying every single second I got to spend on this course. It was a gorgeous day (although I wouldn’t have minded if it was 10-20 degrees warmer, ha) and I just felt so grateful to be on this course and able to handle most of the obstacles. I really surprised myself!

I think the reason I loved this race so much was that there were so many obstacles to play on! All in all, there were 21 and it never felt like we were walking for very long before we came to the next obstacle. And they were all so varied and fun! It was more than just crawling in mud pits, although there was definitely a lot of that. We went down slides and climbed up and down rope ladders and climbed on bales of hay. We walked up and down seesaws, crawled through tunnels, and did a farmer’s carry in an abandoned horse stable. I never knew what was coming next for us, but I knew I was going to give each obstacle my best shot.

My mom might not want me to talk about this, but there was this sweet moment in the race when my mom was trying to crawl on this vertical rope obstacle and she was having such a hard time! Halfway through the obstacle, she fell and was just hanging in the middle. One lady climbed underneath the ropes to help lift her up and some other ladies helped her get up on her feet again. Everyone else around her was cheering her on and being so supportive and encouraging. It was really special and reminded me of the power of women helping women.

I finished this race feeling so empowered and proud of myself. I didn’t let myself get upset because I wasn’t as fast as some of the other women and some of the obstacles required a lot more work for me than it did for others. (Like a set of stairs on an inflatable slide. As I watched woman after woman bound up them, I turned to my mom and said, “Why do I feel like this is not going to be as easy as they make it look?” And it wasn’t. But that was okay.) We went slowly and carefully, taking our time. It probably irritated some of the runners around us, but eh. This isn’t a race you run for time or anything like that. It’s a race you run to just have fun!

I’ve been thinking a lot about the joy of movement lately. It’s a wonder to be able to be alive and able to move my body in the way I want. I am so grateful to this body for all it can do. It’s a fat body, but so what? It can still do so much! It ran a fucking mud race this weekend! With this fat body, I walked a 5K with ease and completed 19 of the 21 obstacles on the course. Nineteen obstacles! What a gift.

My first mud race was a delight in every way. I can’t wait to do another one. And that’s something I definitely didn’t think I would ever say.

Categories: Life

January Recap

It’s a new year, which means I’m revamping my monthly recap post. I loved recapping my year with categories like I did last year (and who knows, maybe I’ll go back to that format again!), but I thought I’d try something new in 2020. This year, I’ll be highlighting some of the biggest moments of my month. Let’s dive into January!

Dog-Sitting Duties

I had the pleasure of dog-sitting for two different dogs in January—my own fur-brother, Chip, and a friend’s dog, the sweetest greyhound named Tessie. My mom and her husband went away for a long weekend at the beginning of the month so I spent two nights with Chip. And then I spent one night with Tessie in the middle of the month. The energy levels of these two dogs couldn’t be more opposite (Tessie is a lazy lady who loves lounging on the couch while Chip is a crazy monster man who rarely ever sits still.) It was nice to get some doggo snuggles in this month!

A New Toilet

I had quite the ordeal in January with a leaking toilet. It started in late December and didn’t get resolved until 10 days into January. Oof! I had maintenance men in and out of my apartment for days, including five hours on a Thursday night. I don’t think I went to bed until after midnight that day, but I felt worse for the maintenance man who had been working all day and then dealing with my toilet all night! (I know it’s his job, but still.) I thought the toilet just needed a simple fix, but the problem ended up being so complex that they ordered me an entirely new toilet! Woop! (Now… how do I get them to order me a new oven so I can cook in something made in this century?!)

Starting PT

In early January (about four weeks post-injury), I had another X-ray done on my ankle that showed no change in the fracture. It’s very likely that my ankle is as healed as it will ever be unless I have elective surgery. I do not want to have surgery (I shudder to think of the medical bills, even with my health insurance), so I opted for a more conservative approach: physical therapy. I started in mid-January and will have my last appointment next Thursday (and then will have my final orthopedic follow-up to see where the ankle stands now). PT involves a mix of manipulation exercises to stabilize my ankle joint and release some of the stiffness as well as working on building up strength in my ankle/leg. The hope is that the next time I do fall, my leg can take the brunt of the motion without my ankle twisting beneath me. Here’s hoping!

Reading Dates

I had a few reading dates with a friend this month, and they were wonderful! We met up at our local library on a rainy Saturday (honestly, could there be a more perfect place to have a reading date?) and then at her pool on a sunny Friday afternoon. Reading dates have become my favorite socializing activity, I think. We spend half the time chit-chatting and catching up and the other half of the time, we read silently (typically, for 45 minutes). I definitely want to plan at least two reading dates a month because they are just so lovely.

My First Mazzaro’s Experience

Mazzaro’s is an Italian market that’s a staple in St. Petersburg, and I’ve never been to it! So when my friend recommended we visit Mazzaro’s for our monthly lady date, I was all for it. We went on a Saturday afternoon so it was hella busy, but so much fun. (Also, get you a friend who understands your social anxiety and constantly checks in with you when the crowds are getting hectic. This girl is magic.) First, we toured the space to get a feel for what we wanted to buy and then we ordered lunch at the counter (sandwiches) and ate outside while catching up with each other. After eating, we headed back inside to do some shopping. I left with a portion of chicken parmesan, two types of pasta salad, Mazzaro’s own spaghetti noodles, and half a pound of Italian cookies. Mmm!

Kobe’s Death

Like most of the world, I was shocked and deeply saddened by Kobe Bryant’s death. Is he a complicated figure? Of course he is. But I still mourn his death, the death of his young daughter, and everyone else who died on that helicopter. I am horrified for his wife and his daughters, the grief they must be experiencing to lose two vital members of their family in a freak accident… it’s overwhelmingly sad. It’s a huge loss, one where I think I will always remember where I was when I found out.

Favorites of January

  • Favorite book: Beyond the Point by Claire Gibson
  • Favorite romance: Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean
  • Favorite purchase: Wireless charger ($12) – charges my phone so fast!
  • Favorite podcast episode: The Disappearance of Flight MH370 from Stuff You Should Know (part I and part II – fascinating info about the flight and all the conspiracies of what could have happened)
  • Favorite post: My therapy series (part I and part II)

What was a highlight of January for you?

Categories: Life

What I Want from My Next Apartment

*not my apartment. not even close.

Typically, Mondays are reserved for What I’m Reading posts but it’s Sunday evening, and I’ve yet to finish a book this week! Eeps—this is so unlike me! So, I’m moving that post over to Wednesday, as I’ll have finished two books by then. Instead, today I’m going to talk about what I’m dreaming about for my next apartment.

I know, I know. I’m not moving for another seven months. This post might be a little early, but I can’t help it. I am sooo ready to move out of this apartment and into a space better suited to my needs.

Even so, this apartment has served me well when I needed it. It was the only apartment I could rent for under $1,000 ($800 to be exact!), I’ve never felt unsafe here, and I have great neighbors. I rarely even hear my upstairs neighbors walking around, which is a feat in itself. It was Dutch’s last apartment and the apartment I brought home my kitties. It’s the place I came to after long days at the hospital with Pops.

So many memories—good and bad—are attached to this apartment.

And it’s time to make new ones somewhere else.

I’ve been doing some preliminary apartment research over the past few weeks, creating a spreadsheet listing out a handful of apartments I’d like to tour, their rent prices, their move-in fees, and anything special I noticed from their listings.

My main consideration is budget, as renting a one-bedroom apartment isn’t cheap. Right now, I pay $866 for a one-bedroom apartment, including around $30 a month for water. My goal is to pay no more than $1,250 a month, including utilities, but from the research I’ve done so far, whew. That’s going to be tricky!

As I’ve been thinking about my new apartment and what I want from it, I’ve compiled a list of certain features that I’d like to have in my new apartment. Many of these are must-haves (denoted with an asterisk) and some of these are nice-to-haves. As I’m touring apartments, I’m keeping this list handy for me to mark off what each apartment has and doesn’t have, to better help me make my final decision when the time comes.

Closet Space*

Currently, I only have a walk-in closet and an outside storage closet. That’s it for closet space! I have had to get super creative with the way I organize my belongings. And then there are the items that just don’t fit anywhere so they’re shoved in a corner of my bedroom. (I’m looking at you, vacuum and large rolling suitcase.) It’s not the greatest system. I would love to have a linen closet, walk-in closet, and outside storage closet. Those are the minimum requirements for my next apartment. It would also be nice to have a kitchen pantry and a closet in my bathroom. Please and thank you, apartment gods!

Washer and Dryer*

I haven’t lived in an apartment without an in-unit washer/dryer in a decade. I’m not about to start now.

Screened-In Porch

After four years with a porch that’s frankly unusable (it’s right next to a lake, which means it’s prime for bugs), I really need one that is screened. I want to be able to open up my patio doors to enjoy the weather when it’s nice, let the cats take sun naps on the porch, sit outside and read, etc.

Bigger, Upgraded Kitchen*

Oy vey, my kitchen is the bane of my existence. It’s tiny, for one. And the appliances seem to be from the 80s, for another. There’s no pantry so I’ve had to get creative for how to store my kitchen appliances, spices, and non-perishables. There are only four tiny drawers, none that are big enough to hold a typical silverware sorter. There’s no counter space because the only big block of counter is taken up by a massive microwave. Due to the way the fridge opens, I can only use one of the crisper drawers. And I’ve had to really utilize the “one in, one out” rule, as literally nothing else will fit in my cabinets anymore. I’m so tired of my kitchen. I never want to cook because it’s so tiny and impractical. A bigger, more spacious kitchen is my #1 desire. Bonus points if it’s not a galley kitchen like so many apartment kitchens are these days.

24-Hour Gym

I’d love to be able to quit my gym… even though I waited for nine months for it to open, lol. I’m looking for an apartment that has a decent-sized gym (multiple cardio machines and weight machines, plz!) and is open 24 hours. My current apartment gym is cramped and every time I’ve used the treadmill, I’m certain it’s going to fall apart. (It’s very old.) The kicker is that the gym has very specific hours, not opening in the morning until 6am, which is too late for me to work out in the mornings.

Dedicated Dining Area*

How nice would it be to have my own dining table? Very, very nice. My apartment doesn’t have room for a dining table so I use my kitchen island as a storage spot/desk/dining table/food preparation area. It’s where I sit when I’m working from home, where I eat every meal, where I write my blog posts, where I watch TV, etc. I’m really looking forward to having an actual dining table so I can eat my meals like a normal human being and maybe even have friends over for dinner! What the what!

Desk Nook

Okay, okay, maybe I’m getting a little indulgent here. But I dream about a time when I can have an actual desk to work from when I’m working from home. Maybe I could even have a second monitor, too! A girl can dream…

Ceiling Fan in My Bedroom

I live and die by my bedroom ceiling fan. It provides white noise as I’m trying to fall asleep and keeps me cool (even though I keep my home ridiculously cold as it is). I didn’t have a ceiling fan for the year I lived in Tampa and dealt with chronic congestion for eight straight months. Related? Who knows, but I’m not willing to take the chance.

Tell me something you’d like your home to have!

Categories: Life

What I’ve Learned After 18 Months of Regular Therapy

Last week, I took you through some common questions I’ve received about the process of therapy—finding a therapist, what a session is like, etc. Today, I wanted to follow up with some of the things I’ve learned during my time in therapy, in the hopes that it will clarify what you can expect from therapy if you choose to go. However, I do want to state that this is my own personal experience—YMMV and all that.

1. The most important thing is finding the right therapist for you.

The main piece of advice anyone will give about therapy is that you have to find the therapist that is right for you. This process? It’s not always easy. And it can be so discouraging to spend weeks or months with a therapist and realize you’re not clicking with them. I was lucky enough to connect with my current therapist right away, and she was the first one I saw when I decided to go back to therapy (after a failed attempt in 2012). But this is the most important thing to remember—if you aren’t connecting with your therapist, you may need to break up with them and find someone new. You will find the right one, but it may take several attempts. But it’s so damn worth it when you do find the right one. I’d also caution people to give it a few sessions, as you may not click with your therapist right off the bat. It may take several sessions to find that rapport.

2. Therapy is not a quick fix.

While I saw incremental progress with my mental health in the beginning of my therapy journey, it wasn’t until an entire year had passed that I finally felt like I was at a place of stability with my mental health. I started noticing that the stuff that used to make me downward-spiral wasn’t phasing me as much, because I was able to take the techniques my therapist taught me to challenge my thoughts. Being able to challenge these highly emotional, not-based-in-any-sort-of-reality thoughts has been a long, hard journey; it took me over a year to finally start to shift my thinking. A year of sitting in my therapist’s office, talking through yet another scenario that was causing me anxiety, and learning how to break out of the cycle of downward spiraling. I didn’t know it was going to take me such a long time, but I also didn’t know I could get to the place I am today. I had no idea that I could feel so in control of my own thoughts and mental health. So, don’t go into therapy thinking you’ll get a quick fix. It’s all about baby steps and incremental progress and breaking yourself down little by little to build yourself back up again.

3. Be prepared to hear hard truths.

I asked on Instagram if any therapy veterans had advice that I could include in this post, and I loved this sage piece of wisdom from a friend. Your therapist is not there to be your friend. They are not there to coddle you. They are there to help you find yourself again. Whether that’s learning how to cope with your anxiety, heal from a traumatic event, or set boundaries with your relationships, you’re going to have to deal with hard truths. Therapy is truly about ripping yourself wide open and letting a stranger poke inside your brain and heart, bringing forth a flurry of difficult emotions that you may not be prepared to deal with. But it’s worth going through this painful process. Hiding from hard truths isn’t helping us; it’s only allowing us to stay stuck and mired in our own anxieties.

4. You don’t need to be actively in crisis to benefit from therapy.

Therapy is not just for people who have anxiety, depression, or another mental illness. It’s not just for people who are healing from a traumatic event or going through a difficult season of life (death of a loved one, a breakup, etc.) You don’t have to be actively in crisis. If you feel generally okay on a day-to-day basis, but want to talk with someone about life and all the challenges it can bring (tricky in-law situations, stressful work days, etc.), therapy is beneficial.  I truly don’t believe someone ever “graduates” from therapy; we may not need to go regularly, but we will all need it through different seasons of our lives. As my mental health challenges have lessened, I have toyed with the idea of ending my therapy sessions. But I also really love that I get to spend an hour just chatting about my life with my therapist and getting some feedback about other life happenings—the stuff I couldn’t talk about when my anxiety struggles took precedence. Also, I want to state here that I recognize what a privileged statement it is to say that you can go to therapy even when things are going smoothly. I know how inaccessible therapy is for so many individuals, and I wish there was a better solution.

5. You will learn how to open up in ways you never anticipated.

Therapy was probably my least-favorite thing to do when I started my sessions. I had so much anxiety leading up to each session and I finally discovered what was making me so anxious—talking! I am not a talker by nature (ask anyone who knows me IRL, lol) and opening up is even more difficult. I was just not looking forward to spending an hour talking about myself and my issues. It took a while for me to get used to the talking part of talk therapy, but once I did, I realized how wonderful it is! A whole hour to talk about me. A whole hour to have a no-holds-barred conversation with an impartial person, in which I don’t have to worry about offending my therapist or scaring her away. In my sessions, I have opened up about so many topics that, before therapy, were just conversations I had in my head (and, in many cases, felt shame about). Now, I get to have these conversations with another person, someone who is trained to help me work through the emotions surrounding these topics and clarify my feelings about them. Therapy has taught me how to open up, how to express my emotions (something that is very hard for people who have traumatic childhoods like I did), and how to be honest about my experience. It’s not a simple, linear process—I still have trouble being fully honest with my therapist and not sugarcoating my emotions. But I’ve grown leaps and bounds in learning how to recognize my emotions, let my feelings have their moments, and open up in ways I never could before.

Categories: Life

What to Expect at Therapy

I’ve been pretty vocal in the last few months, and especially in my end-of-year recaps, about my love for therapy. It has changed my life, quite honestly. When I started therapy, I felt like I was drowning in my spiraling thoughts and crippling anxiety. And while therapy wasn’t this quick fix (it took at least a year to start seeing the benefits of therapy), I’m really glad I didn’t give up, kept showing up even when it was hard and/or felt pointless, and was committed to telling the truth even when it was painful.

A lovely blog reader reached out to me a few weeks ago to ask if I could write a “how to” post about therapy. She’s considering starting therapy and asked for any tips I could give about what to expect. And you know me—I am more than happy to give advice about therapy. After her email, I asked Instagram if they had any specific questions about therapy and got a handful of responses, which helped me put together this post. This post is going to break down the process of therapy—what to expect before you go, during your session, and after your session. I’m going to write a follow-up post next week with some extra tips and advice. (I also asked Instagram for their best therapy advice, which I’ll be adding to that post.)

Before You Go

> How do you determine that you need to go to therapy? This might seem like a simple question, but it was one that took me years to answer. I was so intimidated by the process of therapy and overwhelmed by the steps to find a therapist that it took me years and years to finally make it happen. I convinced myself that I didn’t need it because I just had a “little bit of anxiety” and a “few bouts of depression.” Honestly, though, everyone can benefit from therapy. Even those supposed “emotionally stable” people. It’s useful for everyone. If you’re thinking about going to therapy, that’s a good sign that you should go to therapy. Full stop.

> How do you find a therapist? Finding a therapist is the trickiest part of the process. It involves a lot of online research, submitting queries, making calls, and leaving messages. And for people struggling, this often feels incredibly overwhelming.

When I was searching for a therapist in mid-2018, I told myself I just needed to reach out to two therapists a week—that felt doable to me. At first, I searched the Psychology Today site and did some simple Google searches for therapists around me, but I had the most success at going to the “find a doctor” feature on my health insurance’s website. I filtered my results to women psychologists who were accepting new patients and started working my way down the list. I called a few offices who never returned my calls. Others weren’t accepting new patients. And then I called my current therapist and voila! Just like that: an appointment.

> What happens before the first session? So, you’ve found a therapist, called the office, and left a message. The therapist will (hopefully!) call you back within 24-48 hours and schedule a time to have a complimentary 15-minute phone chat. This chat is nothing to get nervous about—the therapist simply wants to learn about why you’re seeking therapy to make sure he or she is the right fit for you. (Believe me, I was a bumbling, stumbling idiot when I spoke to my current therapist during this chat.)

My therapist also sent me a questionnaire to fill out that covered a whole range of topics. I really loved this because it allowed me to write out my thoughts about certain things I was experiencing. You may or may not be required to do the same.

During Your Session

> What does a typical therapy session look like? Do you go in with a specific idea of what you want to talk about? Obviously, I’m going to be speaking about my personal experience here. I’ve only been to one other therapist and the experience was completely different. My sessions begin with a mood check-in. We simply discuss how my anxiety levels have been lately and what my moods have been like, which is often a jumping-off point for other topics. (For example, if my anxiety has been particularly bad, we unpack what could be causing that.)

My therapist guides the majority of the conversation and we try to cover all the basics about my life: family, work, dating, and friends. We also discuss my social life, since I struggle mightily with making plans and reaching out.

I come to each session with an idea of what I want to discuss. I’ll typically jot down notes in my planner throughout the week as certain thoughts come to me. Before each session, I’ll do a little journaling to figure out how I’m feeling and what I want to talk about.

> Does the therapist have prompts to guide the conversation or do you just talk the whole time? I think the talking part of talk therapy can be incredibly intimidating. I know it was for me! I am not used to talking for such a long period of time—and definitely not about myself and my issues!—so it was an adjustment for me. The way a session goes is highly personal. For some people, they may just sit right down in the therapist’s office and start chatting away. For me, it’s different.

I still remember when I told my therapist, this was probably during my third or fourth session, that I had a lot of anxiety about therapy because I wanted to be sure I had enough “issues” to fill out the 45-minute time block. She was quick to assure me that I never had to worry about that—and she was right. Even the months when I come in thinking I don’t have anything to say, within minutes, I’m chattering away about an issue she helped me unearth from my psyche.

So, yes, the therapist should be able to guide the session, but he or she should also know how to let you talk and take control of the conversation. My therapist knows when to let me talk, when to ask questions to probe deeper into an issue, and when to ask a guided question that could lead us down an entirely different road.

After Therapy

> How do you decide how often you’ll go to therapy? This is entirely dependent on you and your therapist. (And your budget, unfortunately.) Generally, in the beginning, you’ll want to go weekly or biweekly. I started by going every other week and now I go every four weeks.

> How do you make sure you get the most out of each session? My therapist has provided me with techniques to practice and worksheets to help me through particularly tricky issues. I also try to journal or go for a long walk after my session to process the session. Therapy is hard, emotional work and you want to give yourself the space to decompress once the session is over.

I really hope this was helpful for those seeking therapy! And stay tuned for tips about therapy, including how to find the right fit for you.

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