Cry Me A River

I have had very little internet access lately, and in truth, have wanted very little to do with Serena-Abroad.com. It is not that I didn’t miss any of you (or the attention you shower on me), but that I had other things consuming my time (and for a while, me). Re-reading my last few posts was depressing—I really don’t know how any of you did it. What a whiner! Ick. And while everything is hard right now, I am tired of blogging about it. Blech! No more will I subject you, my adoring fans, to the black cloud under which I make a point of walking.
I have been running a lot lately—and oh, how that has helped my mood, and overall well-being. But, oh, how it has hurt. My first time out, I thought it might be best for me to start with no more than 70 mins (I have not worked out since this summer). I was sure this would be a smooth, relatively painless length and set out at a strong pace. Oh, how wrong I was. I thought I was going to have a heart attack and began feeling pain shooting up and down my left arm (psychosomatic). Since then, I’ve made a point to hit the cobblestones at least 3 times/week for around 90 mins (sometimes more, often times less because of weather). I have seen some really wonderful areas of town previously unavailable to me as they are off the tram and bus lines and discovered the most beautiful neighborhood, filled with houses from the 1800s—not destroyed by the war, with a great park in which I met a very hot gardener. I also live close enough to the WWII peace museum/memorial that I can go running through the large grounds. England, the US, Canada, Germany, and France all sponsor gardens there, but few of the museum’s many visitors stick around to tour them.
Navigating traffic and busy streets has been a bit difficult*, but I am really enjoying myself. Thank you all for forgiving me my rather pathetic self-pity/loathing last few weeks and for coming back.




*see Third Person Runner