A breakthrough

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It’s been almost three years since I’ve ran a race.

I’ve run so much in my life.

I’ve ran almost every event in Track.

I’ve ran so many 5k’s, 10k’s, and a few half marathons.

I’ve even done a marathon.

That was all up until May of 2015.

My life consisted of running non stop for thirteen years.

Then I took a break.

I got married, was pregnant, and had a newborn.

It was a three year time period where I ran a few times here and there but not consistently.

And that was my problem.

Consistency.

I wasn’t running consistently.

This summer I decided to change that.

I started running a little.

A mile or two turned into three or four.

Then four four turned into five or six.

Next thing I know it’s November and I’m hitting 8:30 miles.

When I first ran after having Ian I was at about 10 minutes for a mile.

Which isn’t bad at all, it just wasn’t what I wanted for myself.

For someone who could go under five minutes in her prime, it was discouraging.

Being able to crack an 8:30 mile made me feel on top of the world.

Then it was eight minutes per mile.

And 7:40 after that once for a three mile run.

That was the only run where I went under eight minutes miles for a whole run.

I decided to sign up for the 10k today back in November.

It was a race I’ve done probably six or seven times before.

It was a flat course, fun, and I got a shirt out of it.

I love getting shirts from races.

I’m not going to lie, I was super nervous.

I had set a goal of running under 50 minutes, because if I stuck to eight minute miles I allowed myself a little bit of wiggle room to slow down if needed.

When setting goals I like to make it achievable and realistic, because that’s who I am.

I kept telling Jason my hard to reach goal, was to place top three in my age group.

I was going to be bummed if I didn’t’ honestly.

But Jason kept telling me “this is your own race, worry about yourself.”

And right before the race I was talking to my mom, I told her that there were some quick people out there, her response?

“You’re doing this for you.”

And I was.

It was for me.

I was the one training for the past few months.

The one who realized that her knees weren’t as strong as they used to be.

The one who had just had a kid fifteen months ago.

This was for me.

I got to do it alongside two of my favorite athletes I coach, that made it so enjoyable.

It was their first 10k and introducing them to that race was so fun.

When the race started I took off, in typical Megan fashion, a little faster than I wanted.

In my defense however, I wanted to get ahead of the pack.

Once I felt good I decided to stay at the pace I was at.

I felt okay.

And I was so excited.

I told myself to treat it like two separate three miles runs.

Out three miles, and back three miles.

Honestly the first two miles were the hardest.

I realized that I was running 7:16 pace and had to stick to it.

But that’s the thing.

I could.

And I was.

I was out there running faster than I had planned, and it was crazy to me.

That I was doing it.

Each mile I just kept talking to myself.

That’s it Megan.

One more mile down.

You’re almost there.

Don’t slow down you’ve got this.

I’ve ran that course so many times, so much that I knew when the finish was coming.

I knew when there was only a mile left.

I could feel my body wanting to slow down, but I wasn’t going to let it.

I turned the corner and I could see the finish line, but that wasn’t the best part.

I heard my mom, my dad, my sister, and Jason.

Cheering for me like they’ve always done.

As I was passing them feeling stronger than ever I heard Jason say, “go mommy” for Ian.

That’s when it hit me.

I’m running this race as a mom.

I’m running 7:30 mile pace as a mom to this amazing baby.

It was such a great feeling.

Realizing that my body could make this beautiful baby and then turn around and run 7:30 minute miles just 15 months later.

I was so proud of myself.

So stinkin proud.

After I crossed the finish line I took my participation medal with so much pride.

Normally they’re just a medal, but this one is probably one of my favorites.

A local runner that I’ve known since I started running came up to me and told me that it was good to have me back.

And I was.

Back to my old running self.

And it felt amazing.

I crushed both of my goals.

I ran a 47:15 and got first place in my age group.

Something I’m so incredibly proud of.

And the coolest thing?

I went back and compared my times to what I ran back in 2014 and 2015. Back when I felt like I was in great shape and working harder than I was now. I was so close to those times and paces.

2014.2015.2018.

2014 I finished with a 45:26 and 7:21 mile pace.

2015 I ran a 46:39 with a 7:31 mile pace.

2018, three years later after having a baby, 47:15 and a 7:37 minute mile pace.

I’m not normally super cocky, but I’m a badass.

The end.

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10 things for people to remember in their late twenties.

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I’m quickly approaching it.

My 30’s.

It’s so close but at times still feels so far away.

I can’t believe that in two years I’ll put my twenties behind me.

My college years.

Young adulthood.

Falling in love.

Becoming a mom.

This shit moves fast people.

Life is crazy that ways.

One day you’re counting down the days till you’re 21.

The next you’re complaining about that weird noise your bones make when you walk down the stairs.

The older you get in your twenties the more you wonder.

Am I doing this right?

And if not, why isn’t there some sort of rule book for this?

As someone who has almost two years left of being a twenty something..

(Cue heavy breathing and panicking)

I feel like I have a place to share with the world my experiences.

The things that I find so important to remember as you approach the later end of your twenties.

So here you have it folks,

10 things for people to remember in their late twenties.

  1. It’s ok to not have anything to do on a Friday night. You’re not a complete loser if you aren’t out at a club every Friday and Saturday night. The importance of your life doesn’t matter on how many shots you can take at a club or how many random phone numbers you can get. Going out is fine and all, but don’t bring yourself down by comparing your social calendars to those of whoever you follow on Instagram.
  2. Eat that doughnut. I should start by saying don’t eat all of the donuts, don’t go crazy or anything, but you don’t always have to turn them down.I always hear people saying “I shouldn’t” when getting offered sweets, but why shouldn’t you? Yes, don’t have a doughnut every day but if it’s Friday and you’ve had a long week, take that frickin doughnut. Live a little. You have the rest of your life to deprive yourself of donuts.
  3. Enjoy your birthday. Growing up I remember people telling me to enjoy my 21st birthday, because after that they start going downhill. But they don’t have to. You’re the judge of how you treat your birthday. Remember when you were growing up and you were so excited for your birthday almost as much as Christmas. All you wanted was the attention, balloons, presents, and cake. Your birthday was your day. Why does it have to stop. Approach each birthday with as much joy and excitement as you did when you were growing up, instead of another year older. Everyone enjoys to be happy on their birthday.
  4. Make time for your friends. This is probably the one I wish someone would have told me about. I met my best friends in college, and I thought that it would be easy, keeping in touch with them. There’s Facebook and all of that, so of course it’d be easy. But I was so incredibly wrong. You have to initiate it. You have to make the plans and schedule regular time to see them. You get busy in your late twenties, with family, work, and catching up on sleep, it’s easy to forget to talk to your friend for a day or two. Don’t let them slip away, make that time.
  5. Get rid of those negative people. If you don’t like someone, you don’t have to act as if you do. If they’ve done nothing but tear you down, take them out of your life. Look around and see if anyone in your life makes you feel like a lesser version of yourself. If they do, guess what? They don’t deserve you.
  6. Find something you love to do. For me, it’s this blog. Writing gives me something that is solely mine. This space, my words, the stories I tell, they’re mine. I started this blog at a time in my life when I knew I wanted something that was just for me. Something that I could use to express myself and fill my time. Something that I looked forward to doing. Find something that sets your soul on fire and run with it, and never look back.
  7. Like what you like. I was so worried of what people in college thought of me. I would listen to the “cool” music on my ipod in the library in hopes that someone would hear it. I wanted to be liked by everyone so badly that I would just take interest in what everyone else did. It wasn’t until second semester of my senior year when I took my creative writing class, because I wanted to, that I realized you can literally like whatever you want. If you want to take a writing class and no one else you know takes it, then do it. If you love Drake but also Van Morrison, who cares? Like whatever you want, it makes you who you are.
  8. Let yourself fall in love. Unless you met the love of your life when you were in High School, there’s a good chance you’re going to fall in love in your twenties. Let yourself do it. Don’t worry about their age or what they do for a living. Don’t worry about how you met or that none of your friends know them. Let yourself fall, completely without a safety net. Don’t hold back in anything you do, especially love. You might get hurt, and that’s ok, it’s part of the process.
  9. You might not have your dream job right away. You know that job you dreamed of when you were growing up? That job you always wanted or worked your butt off for in college? Just know, that it might not come right away. If it does, congratulations, I envy you. But if you’re like the rest of us, you won’t find your perfect job straight out of college. Sometimes it takes a few times to get it right. It might not be the job that you thought you would be doing growing up. If it’s that job that you don’t dread going to every day, that job that gives you so much purpose and you can fully say you’re happy with, that’s ok. Don’t stress about it too much early on, it’ll happen.
  10. Yon don’t have to be who they want you to be. This one is the most important. There’s this stigma about being a twenty something, especially if you’re in your late twenties. Everywhere you look you see different images of what your life should be like at that age, don’t let that decide who you are. If you’re a married mother of one, awesome. If you live with your cat and your longest relationship is with your How I Met Your Mother binge session that’s ok too. You don’t have to be who they want you to be, you don’t have to have it all figured out. I thought growing up that at this age you were supposed to know everything and have life figured out. I think my life is pretty great, but I don’t by any means have everything figured out. This is your time to find it, to find who you’re going to be.

Your twenties are your time.

Your time to discover who you are.

Your time to make mistakes, friends, and memories.

Your time to not know what in the world you’re doing and knowing that that’s ok.

That you don’t have to have it all figured out.

If you spend your Friday nights writing for your blog discovering a new love for Bruce Springsteen that’s perfectly ok.

In the end were all going through different things and learning lessons for ourselves.

You make the rules for your late twenties are going to go.

No one else.

That time I binge watched all of the Harry Potter movies..

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It was the week of the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2.

I really wanted to see it, but there was a big problem..

I had maybe seen one of the movies.

Or two.

But I didn’t care for them growing up.

All of you Potterheads out there are probably shocked.

Looking back, I was too.

I just had no interest in wizards and magic, I thought that I was too cool for it.

For Christmas one year I remember my grandma got each of us kids a Harry Potter book.

My brother got Harry Potter and The Sorcerer’s stone.

I got Harry Potter and The Chamber of Secrets.

And my sister got Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.

I attempted to read them, I really did.

But I didn’t have the attention span for reading.

I couldn’t stay focused.

I thought it was lame.

And I didn’t see any importance in it.

I was never able to read them.

Looking back now, I wish I would have known how much I would love them.

But that’s the great thing.

Even though I didn’t really start watching them until I was 21, it still brought me back to my childhood.

Seeing Hogwarts around the Christmas time still brings me so much joy.

Everything was so magical.

Ok ok, back to the story.

I decided that during the week of the release, I was going to watch every movie.

Because frankly I still didn’t have the patience to read the books.

I instantly fell in love.

Seriously.

It was so magical and whimsical and I had never seen anything like it.

I remember kind of watching the first two movies when I was younger but not really caring.

By the time I got to the third movie this time around, I couldn’t stop.

I couldn’t wait until the next.

I think I really got invested while watching the a Goblet of Fire, seeing how real everything got towards the end really stuck with me.

It was no longer childish, almost as if I was going through the stages of adolescence with the characters.

Things were getting darker and plots started to thicken.

The opening credits were filled with thunder and dark skies.

There was this shift from the good to evil.

You could see it, feel it.

I was emotionally invested.

So much that I was so incredibly angry after I finished the Half Blood Prince, without giving away any spoilers.

I felt like I was betrayed.

I felt lied to.

I was mad.

It was a movie.

Why was I so mad?

Because I was so invested. I was cheering for Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

It was just a movie, but here I was on the edge of my seat yelling at the tv.

I think I finished them all in a couple of days or so, and had to wait a few days before I went to see the Deathly Hallows part 2.

I was just so eager to finish it.

Envious of everyone who had read the books because they knew something I didn’t.

They knew how it ended.

I got to see it in theaters a few days later, and it was better than I imagined.

My favorite scene was in that movie.

My favorite love story.

The reason I want to read the books one day.

To experience that certain part of the series over and over again.

It was one of my better decisions that summer, to watch the movies.

To open myself up to something new that I once looked down on.

I was kind of sad once I finished them, sad that I didn’t get to experience them growing up.

The first book was published when I was 7, and the first movie when I was 11.

I could have given my younger self the gift of Hogwarts.

But then again, I have it now.

It brings out the child in me.

It makes me believe in something truly magical.

How beautiful is it that we can have something, at any age, that makes us feel so young and carefree.

That takes us to an imaginary place.

 

Big things are happening people.

As Fetty Wap would say, hey what’s up hello!

How has 2018 been treating you so far?

I’ve enjoyed my little impromptu break from blogging.

I really wanted a little bit of time to think.

To think about what I want to write about on my blog.

I usually get one or two blog posts up a month, and last month I wrote 20.

TWENTY.

That’s the big 2-0 my friends.

Honestly, it was really fun.

(Although I don’t want to do it again until next December.)

I loved sharing so many different stories and thoughts with anyone who wanted to read them.

Following a strict schedule I had set for myself.

The inner Monica Geller in me was so happy.

I’ve had exactly eight days now.

Eight days to sit and wonder what I want to write about.

If I sit and wait till something life changing happens, I might not be writing for a while.

Yet I’m still full of creative thoughts and this is my place to dump it all.

So I started thinking of schedules.

How I could write on certain days of the week and have a theme for each day.

I could give my readers something to expect on certain days.

That way my blog could have a little bit of normalcy.

And that’s what brought me here today.

I have come up with some sort of schedule, that for now, I will stick to.

If I come up with a better one or start to run out of ideas for what to write about..

I’ll switch it up.

But for now, here’s the expected schedule for Beyond Twenty Something.

Sundays- Writing days: Where I’ll write about my thoughts, life updates, or different writing prompts. Sundays are my free write days.

Thursdays- Throwback Thursdays: Funny right? Throwback Thursdays are my story days. I feel like I have a lot of stories to tell and Thursdays are my days to do so.

Saturday – Fun Day: I realized now that I should have had Sunday fun day because that sounds better, but Saturdays are more fun to me so were doing Saturday Fun Day. Saturday’s will be the days that I write about my favorite things, any playlist that I have been loving, or my top lazy day necessitates. Anything fun and creative will be reserved for Saturday.

There you have it everyone, my 2018 blogging schedule.

I rediscovered my love for blogging during my Blog to 2018 series.

I kind of hit a rut in the fall time and wasn’t sure what I wanted to write about.

Blogging every day for twenty days helped me find it again.

And I’m excited.

Oh so excited.

So get excited yourselves.

It’ll be a great ride.

Oh and my birthday is one month from today.

ONE MONTH!!

Ok that’s it.

Bye for now friends.

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