Yesterday was an interesting day, to say the least. I spent it internally battling with myself over various things, including this running project. Of course it wasn't a 'bad' battle, persay. I guess I should tell you more about it, but first - let me start off with who I am.
My name is Kellie-Anne. I'm a fun-loving, 23-year old who loves music, tattoos, kittens, has a passion for the often overlooked, and the other half of Project: Eleven/Eleven. I'm a nerd at heart, I love to play video games, work-out, run, and go to concerts. I have a fairly prominent competitive streak (I tend to 'race' the people next to me on the treadmills at the gym. You know, if they go up in speed, so do I. Usually just .1 or .2 higher than them.) Ha, ridiculous. I know. But! That's who I am. *waves* Nice to meet you.
I was born overseas when my father was serving in the United States Air Force, so of course - I grew up all over the country. However, after he retired - we moved to a small town in Tennessee, so I guess I'll claim that as 'home'. However, I've relocated to Texas since enlisting in the Air Force, and that's where I've been living for the last two years. "If you live in Texas, how do you know Angela?" Well - I'm glad that you asked.
Angela and I met a couple years ago bonding over a band we both loved. I had driven 600+ miles with my best friend at the time, endured 8+ hours of standing in negative fourteen (-14!!) degree weather for a barricade spot of what would become one of the best concerting experiences of my life. Not only just for the show, but for the friendship that I would form with Angela. It's still just as strong. :) Angela and I decided that we wanted to start this running blog, not necessarily just as a way to help with our weight loss goals, (I'll explain mine in an upcoming blog) but to have something amazing to look back on and be proud of accomplishing. I know that two miles a day doesn't seem like much, but with both of our hectic schedules, the ever-so-prominent possibility of me being deployed, and never knowing when/if our immue systems are going to give out on us, it gives me an unsettling feeling in my stomach.
I had decided to go to the gym and run a bit since I had quite a bit of stuff on my mind, and running always helps me clear my mind. As I was rounding out mile two, my chest began to ache. Then it happened - Project: eleven/eleven crossed my mind. Of course it wasn't the project that made me ache, it was how I felt ABOUT the P:E/E. What if in the middle of it, for some reason, I can't log my miles? Does that make me a failure? I've failed to hold up my end - so does that make Angela responsible for adding my miles to hers? It's just something that I had been thinking about, and I guess as I was finishing out my run it hit me. It's going to be SUCH an adventure to find out, and to be honest - I'm excited. Other than the afformentioned, I have a good feeling about this.
Until next time,
Kellie-Anne.
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