It's a City and Colour kinda afternoon

The Final Stretch

It's Almost Here!

Team Alaska!

We are officially 11 days away from the marathon... Part of me never thought this day would come! (I typically doubted things around 6am on Saturdays)  This Saturday is my last run and it's going to be interesting.  It's a short and sweet 6 miles (which sounded like an eternity to me in Feb), and it's the morning after I'll close down Maloney's... I probably won't get home until 4ish from the bar.  I'm thinking I'll take a power nap, run, and then crash until 8pm or so.
Oh yeah...
I got a new job at Maloney's Downtown! And Sophie 103.7!!  And I'm still at Applebee's!  Why am I trying to kill myself?  Just reading it as I write makes me want to quit, but I gotta keep truckin'.  Sophie is a division of CBS, so it's awesome for my resume, but it won't pay my bills.  Maloney's, however, will bring in that cash monay!  (I went to the doctor today and the medical form asked me if I had a history of any mental illness... I don't have a history but at this rate I will have a future.)  I am parting ways with Mueller College - it was a great experience and I met some remarkable people.  It is just time for me to look forward and see what else is out there for me.

My Apologies...
I've been in 50 different directions lately, and I am sorry to those whom I have lost touch with, as well as those I have tortured in my neurotic presence.  Some of it will be over soon, some of it will probably remain because that's just how I am.  I am so excited to spend a week in Alaska with my mom - it is going to be amazing.  Knowing that she will be there cheering me on has helped me train, but it has also helped me see the light at the end of the tunnel through all of this madness.  And I really could use some quality mother-daughter time.  We leave June 15, and don't have to worry about reality until June 23 (and my bday is a week later :)).  Until then, I will read Eat, Pray, Love, (I <3 Elizabeth Gilbert) strum my guitar and dance in my living room to let off my worry and steam.  Sometimes I just feel like there is so much in life to experience and I can't stand the thought of missing out.  What I am happy to say is by overloading my plate with the marathon, I am finally crossing off that goal of traveling that I made for myself last year.

Random Fact:
I am writing it small because I am still not convinced it's not a prank... if it isn't a prank, I will get to work on set of a documentary about the Titanic this Friday :) It is being filmed by Lone Wolf Productions for NATIONAL GEOGRAPHIC.  I don't know what I did right or wrong, but I'm excited if this opportunity pans out.


It's all approaching so quickly... I am anxious but excited.  Probably more anxious than excited, but I know that will change soon.  Thanks again to everyone who has put up with the roller coaster they call Megan.  I've been a tall order lately.  (Yes, I'm aware, but I couldn't resist)


..:love:..

Updates and My Small Hiccup...

Still cooking with another goal added to the list

I have been cooking like crazy and I am loving every moment of it... so many good flavors and aromas have emerged from my kitchen thanks to my sharp cutlery and curious taste buds.  I think in a few weeks I might even venture into the baking world - anyone that knows me that I don't eat sweets, so prepare to possibly take on lots of pastries shortly.  

I have also been learning how to play the guitar, which has been a goal of mine for years.  I decided to actually go for it; it's time to learn.  Once a week, I meet with Miles, a local music student.  He is very patient with me, which is saying a lot.  My skills are minimal -  my talking is anything but.  

*My goal will be considered "achieved" when I can play one of my favorite songs by none other than Miss T. Swift!

And now for the hiccup.....

Running has gone great thus far - I am up to almost 4 miles easily.  As my favorite math teacher used to say, "It's as easy as pie, no?"  I run 2-3 times a week, switching the scenery up between the beach and North Park.  Ashley and I always make sure to carb up afterwards with lunch too, which is necessary, and all we talk about during the run.

I have actually become pretty addicted to running.  I think about it all the time.  I get the urge to run constantly.  It's turning into an obsession.  I'm not sure if it is finding out what I am capable of, or the freedom I feel when I run that I love so much, but it something I think about from the moment I wake until I lay back down at night.