It’s 4am in Croatia - can’t sleep. Which has pretty much been the theme of this trip. Not that I’m worried about that. Naps are plentiful and life isn’t stressful [[how much do you hate me right now? :) ]]. Tomorrow marks one week of being gone from home. I think about home a lot. The people. I really miss the people.
Berlin seems like a dream. It went by so fast leaving me with a gorgeous marathon medal sitting on my bed side table. That, along with a minor
beer bier hangover, and a collection of photos with some great friends is all the proof I have it happened.
OH, and, I think I’ve lost weight too. I know, I know, perhaps better people in this world wouldn’t be thinking about their weight, given this trip that surrounds me, but I am - always am. No scale to confirm whether it’s true, and I’ve known to be completely wrong when I thought this before, but I do think I have (woot) - being too busy to eat will do that to you (stupid weight loss, still being all about not eating delicious, ass-enhancing foods).
Actually, so far on this trip my body and I have been a team. The other night, before a shower, I stared at my body in all its naked glory (tmi? deal) and something was different. I just saw it as me - I didn’t see the flaws I usually notice, I didn’t turn to the side and suck in, I didn’t envision another body for myself - I simply saw me; a marathon runner, a twenty six year old girl, a normal person, a person who wasn’t ugly, self critical, self analyzing. It was what it was, and I was okay with that (p.r.o.g.r.e.s.s. people. Pro-gress).
The boy in Croatia helps too (btw. for those who asked. he came with me. I didn’t meet him here). He’s so flattering. So kind. So into me… me(!). He won’t let me get away with my usual shennanigans either. Lights off. Eyes away. No touching of the stomach area thankyouverymuch. He makes me feel beautiful. Last night, in Croatia, walking down Split’s waterfront, he seemed proud to be with me. I’ve never felt that from anyone before… so yes, life is good.
I was going to do a post on where Little Blog was heading, y’know, now that I’m traveling until at least December and don’t have an iPhone glued to my hand, or a computer a stones throw away, but the truth is, I don’t know. It’s harder to find time to write than I thought it would be, and the Internet is usually limited, but I love blogging, I love writing, so I’m going to try my best.
It’s now nearly 4:15, so I should sleep - going to try update more tomorrow, and share the longest, yet at the same time shortest, 5 hours and 10 minutes of my life. Now please excuse me as I dream-reminisce (shut it you, that’s a thing) about how I’ve run 3 full marathons, and am in Croatia, with a pretty boy to my side.