Have you ever felt like the very forces of nature are conspiring against you? Of course you then realize that thousands of people are dealing with the same crud, so you are really not that special at all.
Nonetheless, phew. What a week. Sunday I got evacuated, the police pounding on my door as I frantically packed. Found out late Friday I had to go to NYC at some point on Monday or Tuesday for work, so had to pack four suits, plus some snacks to make it through what was going to be an intense week. It was quite the sight watching all of us apt dwellers dragging our stuff up the hill to get to where we had to move our cars the night before, wind and rain whipping us around, as friendly firemen and police officers made sure we all got out ok.
At about 2pm on Monday, my boss called to say we would be driving up that night to NYC. We didn't leave until 8pm, so we rolled into NYC around 10ish sleepy and a bit overwhelmed from work, hurricane aftermath, etc.
The next day started bright and early at 7:30am and from that point on I was holed up in meetings for hours on end until Thursday afternoon. Didn't even have a chance to tell any of my old friends I was around, so each night I would drag my sorry self to the hotel and pout a little that I was in my favorite city in the world feeling disconnected and lonely.
I used to think that traveling for work must be so exciting, but it can be the absolute opposite. You get off too late to do anything, so often you find yourself going from hotel to work, work to hotel, hotel to work. Getting in workouts is always a little hard because everywhere is a little different. And, it didn't even occur to me to reach out to my healthy living blogger compadres to see if they wanted to meet up for a run b/c I was so discombobulated. Lesson learned. Next trip I'm reaching out for sure.
I did see some kind of flash mob/ running group dressed up in what looked like a cross between catholic school girl/ scottish kilt attire (no, Karin, I did not get a pic. I forgot....my blogger instincts are not yet finely tuned). And, for a few minutes here and there I got to soak in the glories of a city where you can stand on a corner for five minutes and hear 5 different languages.
But, I'm glad to be home, even if I still haven't had the time to unpack. No permanent damage in our buildings. Elevators were out of commission as the bottom of the banks had been filled with water and rain.
Ran 4 miles this morning and walked 1.5. Felt great to be outside in the sunshine. So, now I'm going to face these boxes and make some progress.
How was your week? Are you ready for the end of a summer which feels like it never was? Oh well, fall running is always my favorite.
To the boxes......YAaaaayyyyyyyy (faux enthusiasm has never been my strong suit)
Freeing Sisyphus (aka Melody)
Putting the shoulder to the boulder and taking small steps each day to achieve freedom from the mundane.