Hey There … I Remember You

Okay, maybe it hasn’t been that long. But still — poor TTT has truly taken a backseat as of late.

Let’s break down what’s been happening lately.

Life. 

Transitioning from summer to fall was a less than glamorous time for me. Per normal, the mild depression that typically sets in this time of year ensued when I realized my last beach day was … Um … does it matter?? I used the word LAST.

I also discovered that while out on one of my longer training runs my right hip was giving me some trouble. After a few weeks of complete discomfort and limping around, I decided to defer my Chicago Marathon bib number until 2016 — See you next October, Chi-Town!!

This seasonal transition was also a unique one for me. Getting laid off in the summer meant loads of free time to ‘figure out what I wanted’, ‘enjoy the ME time’ and ‘take a break from it all’. Well, it seemed that as soon as the first leaf began to change my inner mind started screaming at me to …

FIGURE IT OUT.

But really. I had this mental freak out that resulted in me feeling a bit lost and unsure of what I really wanted to do with my life … my career. On top of that, there was this deep urge to decide this next chapter fast. Why? I’m not quite sure. But luckily I was able to shut that voice up and simmer the sense of urgency.

Love. 

Nothing. Literally, nothing.

Oh … I applied to be on the Bachelor and never heard back. This means one of two things: 1. I wasn’t selected. 2. They want me to be the next Bachelorette and are surprising me at my apartment with balloons, a new car, a check … Oh wait, that’s Publisher’s Clearing House …

Friends & Family.

Now this is an amazing category. This past weekend my best friend of 11 years got married. I was honored to be standing by her side this past Saturday as she smiled, giggled and stated her vows. Joe, you are a lucky man … Love you both!!

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Photo via Addie Morizio

Sunday, ironically, was my parents 35th wedding anniversary.

Gah, where do I begin? 

My parents met in high school, dated, broke up and then rekindled their flame after college. They were raised in the same hometown in Massachusetts, yet were brought up entirely differently.

Their relationship has survived long distance where texting and emails were not a thing and phone calls were limited to once a week due to cost.

Most importantly, as I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized just how incredible they are together. They’ve shown me what a marriage is, the work it takes and the ultimate reward of partnership.

I saw this and couldn’t agree more … IMG_4646

Love you mom and dad <3

Phew, now that I’m done … What’s been going on with you??

-TTT