Oh, hi! It’s me. I made these brownies, but I made them for myself. Like, not for me to eat by myself, but for me because I wanted to make them. And then I wanted to take a picture. And then I wanted put them up here for friends and strangers to see— strangers who probably got lost in a brownie recipe internet rabbit hole (Like we all do)! And that hasn’t happened in a while…
Blog posts started to feel like a chore, which was the exact opposite of what they were supposed to be. I made the blog to be an outlet to share my love for food and baking. It was supposed to be fun and challenging — to improve my writing and photography and make better, more inventive recipes.
August has been the month where I get back in touch with the side of myself that runs. My relationship with running is a complicated one. I don’t love running. I don’t like scampering through the streets with my earbuds flying everywhere. I really hate the never-ending blisters. What I do like is the results. I love the feeling of accomplishment. I like feeling like I could run from stranger danger if I had to.
Have I been forcing myself to run by choice? Not really. Historically it seems that the only thing that motivates me to go for a run is a goal. Right now it is the goal to not have my lungs on fire come Halloween when I run my first ever half marathon. I signed up for this race with the encouragement of a friend. Only later did I realize the course is in a hilly park. Like HILLLLLY. So yea, I’m scared.