There’s a certain emotional irony in growing up.
Leaving childhood behind, we know those incredible first moments of happiness, those landmark moments that stand out as unforgettably perfect–or for me, the meals + miles I would kill to do all over again.
But no matter how high the desire for recreation is, it stands that those moments simply can never be identically repeated.
And acceptance of that inability means that instead of instant replays of our favorite moments, we should instead seek brand new first joys.
So this weekend, as one of my closest friends welcomed her 22nd birthday, we celebrated those new moments with some local eats + experiences, and meanwhile I celebrated my inner introvert with a long run and some beautiful little treats.
HOW I SWEAT:
With the final days of warmth slowly fleeting and crisp fall weather in near full swing, my nikes itched for a long run. So with a lot on my mind, I headed into the city for a beautiful + head clearing seven miles.
It’s been a while since I have run this far. I have been convinced I am without time, or without energy. But completing this solidified my firm belief in the amount of relief I discover through strides turning to miles.
I get stuck in my own head a lot. Way more often than for my own good. But somehow every worry I have falls behind me through these kind of runs–the best kind of runs.
WHAT I ATE:
So after a week of tough workouts + runs + tests + papers, Friday afternoon arrived and prompted me to make the executive decision to surrender to an irresistible craving. A craving for donuts.
Specifically fancy + unbelievably delicious donuts from The Little Donut Shop.
Walking in, I swear intended to only purchase one. But I am infamously guilty of needing to try everything, and with so many gorgeous + incredible donuts to choose from I was like a kid in a candy store.
And obviously went home with a half dozen instead.
Donut kill my vibe.
I love birthdays–such a wonderful excuse to spoil someone with fun experiences + food (mostly food). So this weekend we celebrated one of my favorite gal’s big 22 with a trip to the Short North for some local favorites.
First stop? The Candle Lab. This ADORABLE little business brings sweet smelling creations to another level with its pour your own candle experience.
Obviously want my room to perpetually smell of coffee + bourbon + chocolate. Heaven.
And while we waited for our candles to set, we walked a block to my FAVORITE Columbus restaurant, Bakersfield–an eatery seriously upping the ante on all whole tequila + tacos thing.
And with a hand poured coffee from One Line Coffee in one hand and my choc + bourbon + coffee candle in the other, I chalked this Saturday as quite fantastic.
In the past sixth month I have ran + dined + drank in nearly half a dozen cities. Accumulating more memorable miles + meals I could ever have time to write about.
And while there are a few (like this weekend’s) that I would love to do all over again, I stand comforted that the best is yet to come.
As long as there are donuts to come.
Happy Sunday, kids.
Run far, eat well, drink better.