{"id":147,"date":"2013-02-25T07:05:42","date_gmt":"2013-02-25T07:05:42","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/?p=147"},"modified":"2013-03-13T13:50:55","modified_gmt":"2013-03-13T13:50:55","slug":"looking-for-a-silver-lining","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/?p=147","title":{"rendered":"Looking For a Silver Lining"},"content":{"rendered":"

Everything happens for a reason.\u00a0 I have always, and still do, believe that.\u00a0 But that doesn\u2019t mean I always have to like it.<\/p>\n

This weekend, I was in a funk.\u00a0 As I finished my run this morning, a whole bunch of my friends were all gathered in my favorite park to run a 15k trail race that I was registered for but unable to compete in.\u00a0 Ya see, the group holding this race, had to move the date from Saturday to Sunday, but I work on Sundays, and with the start time not being until 10am, there was just no way to swing it.<\/p>\n

At first, I was in denial about the situation.\u00a0 Then, I fought desperately to try and work out the details\u2026if I run it fast enough, and then don\u2019t stop at the finish line but go straight to my car and drive exactly 7-10 mph over the speed limit, I might get to work only a few minutes late.\u00a0 And I will have to irritate my co-workers by being stinky Lindsey all day.\u00a0 Hmmm\u2026but\u2026if all does not go well, which is entirely possible given the 5 inches of snow we just got, chances are I\u2019ll be more like an hour late to work. And still no shower.\u00a0 Back to denial.\u00a0 \u00a0And then on to pouting.\u00a0 And then, finally, sucking it up and accepting the bitter truth of the anti-climactic end to this particular race. \u00a0Done.\u00a0 Sigh\u2026<\/p>\n

That sounds oddly like the stages of grieving, doesn\u2019t it?<\/p>\n

Ok, so obviously, in the grand scheme of things, not being able to run this race was not my biggest loss in life.\u00a0 But the reality is I was looking forward to it, so I\u2019m disappointed that it didn\u2019t work out.\u00a0 Sometimes these things happen, and it\u2019s ok to be disappointed, and to be a little pissed, and to pout if I need to.\u00a0 Like I said, it\u2019s not the end of the world.\u00a0 And it\u2019s really a matter of perspective.\u00a0 But the fact remains, I wanted to do something and I didn\u2019t get to and that sucks a little because now I\u2019m left with this feeling of an itch that needs to be scratched.\u00a0 I Want To RACE.\u00a0 I was getting all amped up to go throw down on this snowy trail, so what am I supposed to do with all the energy and adrenaline that\u2019s been building up for weeks?<\/p>\n

Now what?\u00a0 Well, I text Nicole and Farrell to go for a 15 mile training run.\u00a0 That\u2019s what.<\/p>\n

I met the girls early this morning at Forest Park, one of the few places that was plowed, so we could log some long miles. Our topics of conversation ranged everything from how as runners we are kinda gross and sometimes have no concept of what is socially acceptable; to why that woman was running with a very large, albeit fashionable, scarf which had to have been very sweaty and itchy; to analysis of the Gym Class Heroes song The Fighter being a great running song.\u00a0 But the really fun part was talking about Farrell\u2019s wedding, cause Nicole and I are both in it.\u00a0 Oh, yeeeah\u2026 can we say bachelorette party roadtrip???\u00a0 Actually, I love that Farrell is getting married to Ryan.\u00a0 My first memory of Ryan is that he calls Linds his angel, which I find completely adorable.\u00a0 And he proposed to her on HIS birthday.\u00a0 Seriously?!\u00a0 Who does that?! He\u2019s definitely a keeper.\u00a0 And Farrell is a friend that has\u00a0stood by\u00a0me at some pretty crazy times in life.\u00a0 She was one of the first people to see me the day I filed for divorce and she will be quick to tell you I was freaking out<\/i>. \u00a0I have learned a lot about love through both\u00a0having Farrell as my friend, and through watching her relationship with Ryan.\u00a0 This is a couple who gives me hope. \u00a0\u00a0I definitely wouldn\u2019t say I\u2019m thinking of getting married again anytime soon, or even at all.\u00a0 I\u2019m not really ready to think about any of that just yet. \u00a0I don\u2019t know what\u2019s in my future.\u00a0 Right now, I\u2019m pretty happy just\u00a0being Lindsey. But Ryan and Farrell make me believe that maybe, just maybe, it\u2019s possible, that love like that really exists.<\/p>\n

So, what\u2019s the silver lining of a race I had to bail on today?\u00a0 Well, I didn\u2019t incur any kind of injury on those icy trails that might have dashed my hopes of Vancouver.\u00a0 And I got to hang out with two of the coolest, most badass chicks I know. \u00a0\u00a0And I was reminded once again to hang on to hope. \u00a0Oh, and I made it to work on time, so I get to keep my job.\u00a0 That\u2019s a plus.<\/p>\n

Anyway, now the big question is\u2026who\u2019s up for running the St. Patty\u2019s Day race with me?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\"The<\/a>

The awesome group of running peeps I was supposed to race with today.<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Everything happens for a reason.\u00a0 I have always, and still do, believe that.\u00a0 But that doesn\u2019t mean I always have to like it. This weekend, I was in a funk.\u00a0 As I finished my run this morning, a whole bunch of my friends were all gathered in my favorite park to run a 15k trail […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"aside","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[9,5,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-147","post","type-post","status-publish","format-aside","hentry","category-lessonsfromrunning","category-randomthoughts","category-uncategorized","post_format-post-format-aside"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p4eO4v-2n","_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/147","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=147"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/147\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":150,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/147\/revisions\/150"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=147"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=147"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.ramblingrunnergirl.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}