Hello! This is my first official post and also a little introduction for y'all to know a bit more about me. As you may have noticed, the site still is a bit under construction (ahem, 'cause I can't manage to place the damned text next to the image, anyways...) but I though I might as well start doing the posts, or my ineptitude as a coder might keep me from ever starting.
You'll know me as Violet (believe it or not I'm not a purple person), I'm 24 years old right now and I work in an office, in accounting. That's only the bare bones, of course. I've always been somebody who speaks a lot, specially when it comes to sharing the things that make me happy or excited, so in my life I've gotten used to ignored texts, unheard voice notes and my mom's kind "be quiet I'm getting a headache". Hit after hit, I've decided that perhaps I needed somewhere to describe all these little things that bring me joy, and perhaps also the ones that bring me down, even if nobody will read them. Just a way to keep track of these little things that otherwise linger in my memory, wasted. (btw, I hope you appreciated the tree post, it was a little test run and it was the perfect example of what i wanted to do with this site!)
I don't think there will ever be a connecting thread in between any post, or even individual topics within one post, aside from myself and time passing in my life. My in interests will show up and then disappear and come back as they gain and lose importance in my daily life, and trust that there can be a range of things, it could go from paragraphs and paragraphs about the latest figure skating competition or how I started wearing an old item of clothing that belonged to my mother.
Other of my interests are reading (and I might share reviews of my lastest read once I finish), running, watching figure skating (i want to emphasize the watching part, I've only skated like four times in my life and there isn't even a rink near me), thrifting, writing (I might share some but they're mostly in spanish, which is my first language by the way), drawing (random doodle art, nothing like the cool things other people do here), I journal but that's mostly personal, and I occasionally knit, crochet and sew (I might show some old projects so you can see that because I doubt there'll be a new one for awhile).
Now that you know who you're dealing with, here goes nothing...
Updates should be (or I intend for them to be) on Saturdays, but yesterday was a busy day and since the site is still not ready I preferred to push it.
This week had the makings to be terrible, my knee hit its expiration date last week and the pain continued, I was signed up to run a 10K (for which I paid to sign up for after the pain had started) and I woke up monday with my eye swollen. With ice, my eye got better in two days and then i started ibuprofen and my knee isn't in so much pain anymore. But then the elephant in the room: did I run the 10k? Yes I did.
Here's my stats
While recklessly running injured isn't my style, this is the biggest run in my city every year, i had just signed up a week ago and it would be my first official 10K (I did one last year but when i stopped the clock it was only 9 smh). I only started running a year ago in january, before that, I had terrible stamina and breathing so I always thought i just wasn't good for it. Despite that, I've always liked movement and exercise and the feeling of tiredness that comes with it, and my dad is quite the runner so I've signed up for this run almost every year since I was 15. I used to only do 5k of course.
Last year, after one of my friends motivated me a bit (despite the fact that I'd always be like 80 paces behind her and she had to wait for me) I finally started taking runs outside. It began as me running from the driveway to the fence and back and that was like 100m, so I did that over and over around 30 times and that was my run. I didn't want the neighbours to see me running outside. Then I took it to the road and turns out when I'm not constantly turning around my pace and distance improve massively. And that was the start. Now there's months that I go on runs every week, and other months where I don't run at all, but I keep going.
I don't have any big goals with running, I don't ever plan on running a marathon and would rather die than do trail running (hills are not my thing), but I did want to do a 10K since the 5 weren't that hard when I didn't even run once a year, so if I was running weekly I might as well up the distance.
What I like about running is the idea of starting something (running. movement) and then just keep doing it, it's like being still, but by being in motion there's nothing to distract you. I can't reach for my phone, I can only think or look around at my enviroment. Improving my stamina when running for me it means being able to enjoy it and take everything in without feeling like I'm dying.
However, I do listen to music, it motivates me, entertains me and helps me keep the pace. I was heartbroken when at midnight the night before the run I realized i had left my wireless earbuds at the office. For some reason I didn't even listen to music on my way back home so I didn't realize. I got those earbuds only in november and had only gone on like two runs with them, I've run with wired earplugs before but I had gotten used to these (hopefully tomorrow they are indeed at the office and I didn't lose them).
So I had to unearth my wired earbuds but I wasn't too sad, since I decorated them with macrame years ago, so at least they're cute
Here they are!
This week for some reason I decided to listen to The Cure, from whom I had some songs saved but wished to dedicate time to finally listen to their whole discography.
While I still haven't gone through all of their albums, I did fully listen to Wish and then other songs, my highlights and new discoveries would be Lullaby, Homesick, Apart and 10:15 Saturday Night, while some older favorites I already had were To wish impossible things (which I discovered because of My mad fat diary) and Just like heaven. Still, the one that takes the cake is Doing the Unstuck.
The way that song turned around my week I can't even explain. At first glance I could have been cynical, what do you mean "it's a perfect day", what do you mean "tear all the pages with all the bad news", fuck off, but the song has this quality of nostalgia that makes you want to cry and then let go, it gives you (or it gave me) a motivation that aknowledged the ugly of life but I still felt the need to leave it behind and GO! as the song puts it. Maybe it's cheesy, let me know what you think.
If you tell me that there weren't many small joys in this post, I would agree, it was a weird week and it went by fast, I was only focused on my knee and getting through that run, so it reflects here. I don't even know for how long I've been writing, I definitely think even typing can't match the pace of my thoughts as well as speaking, but this is just the beginning, so perhaps that improves with time.
Thank you for reading! I hope you have a wonderful week and decide to come back here to keep reading me (pretend there's a heart emoji here)
(also if you know how to place text next to an image please help me)
