what's in a mile or three thousand six hundred sixty-five

Tomorrow, the other half of me is jet setting back to the US. Heading back to start, what could very well be, his last year of grad school. He'll be an eight hour flight and six hour time difference away from me.

Home.

That magical place I'll eventually be again. The one that's just forty-nine more days away - not that I'm counting. But I will be counting down the hours until I hear his voice again. Because the radio silence when he's on the plane will be the worst part. Hours and hours of waiting, wondering, and worrying.

But I'm determined not to succumb to my very over active imagination with worse case scenarios. I'm going to keep myself busy. Starting with pictures of him.

I love you, cutie. Be safe.

- Me

adventures in beer

Trappist Beer.  Brewed by monks, playing second fiddle to a life of silence, and whose profits support the less fortunate. Taste testing along each stop, four of the elite eleven scattered in the world were our adventure for the weekend.

Until the next beerventure. Drink up, buttercup. 

-A. Rae

a pledge to the run

They say that third time's the charm. For me and running, I'd have to agree. I tried, twice before, to start running and on the third time it finally stuck.

Two years ago, that third time was just starting. I did a couch-to-5k and on my first race in November I finished with a 12:46 pace. It definitely wasn't fast but I did it. No walking, no stopping, just running.

More than a year after I started running, with over a hundred miles under my belt, I completed my first four mile run. I had been in Germany for two months and was just climbing out of my self-imposed pity party.

My pace? 12:43.

Nearly a year later, with nearly five hundred more miles in and back in Germany, I've finished yet another four mile run.

My pace? 10:43.

Now, two years into this, I couldn't be happier that I ran/walked that first mile. For each and every one of those steps, I've taken countless more. On and off the road.

So here's my pledge. To the run. No matter how far. No matter the time. I owe it to me.

Until the next runventure. Godspeed, apple seed.

- A. Rae

adventures in brussels

Brussels. The city of  waffles and chocolate, statues of little kids peeing, and leftover world fair exhibits. Home of lopsided city halls, european politics, and the very best belgian beers. Our adventure for a weekend.

Until the next adventure. Peace out, cub scouts. 

- A. Rae