Internally, I immediately set a goal for myself that once I started this blog, I would frequently maintain it and publish content which is (hopefully) appealing to my audience. My identified goal is to write at least one post every day. I’m not exactly sure how dedicated I will be towards accomplishing this goal though. It’s difficult to constantly come up with new material. I can see how frustrating it must be for professional novelists, songwriters, poets, etc. who have made a living out of writing. I admire it though. It takes a lot of dedication. As I’m getting older, I’m understanding more and more how valuable my time is.

Now getting back to the point that I was actually trying to make; I felt the need to write something again tonight even though I have already technically accomplished my goal of writing a post for this day- Thursday, February 28th, 2013. I don’t fully consider my first post as being published today though.

For all intensive purposes, let’s consider today as my two-a-day writing day. For those of you who have not heard of the term “two-a-day”, it’s typically used in sport terms when referring to having practice twice in one day. My cross country coach in high school trained us to get used to these type of work outs whenever we needed to get our mileage in, but didn’t have enough time to get the distance completed in one shot.

I’ve started utilizing this two-a-day routine for my marathon training for Big Sur. I got sick several times this month due to the inconsistent weather along with my overall poor judgement in clothing choice when going for my long runs (Not wearing a hat or earmuffs in extremely cold, windy weather)

These two-a-day routines have helped me catch up and get back on track with my mileage. It also relieves the pressure of being on time crunch when working out after work.

Similarly to my two-a-day work outs, I’m going to try to make the same routing with writing; Not necessarily posting on my blog twice in one day, but at least getting a post in as well as an additional writing exercise such as practicing songwriting, or just writing down any immediate thoughts that pop up in my head. I feel that this will make me a stronger writer the same way that running twice in one day has made me a stronger runner.

You know what they say, ‘Practice makes perfect’

In a lot of ways, writing and running go hand in hand, which is why I feel that a lot of runners enjoy blogging. As mentioned in my previous post, I need some form of expression or means of venting. If I can’t write it down, I can at least run it out.

Fortunately, I was able to get a nice 3-mile run in after work, and now I have managed to post in this blog twice today. I seem to be on the right track. Hopefully, I can keep this up.

1AM is pasta time

If you haven’t already read my short and sweet introduction yet, I’d like to debrief you on how I stumbled upon deciding to create a WordPress account.

I’ve always been drawn to writing as a form of expression. The only person I’ve ever really wanted to share anything with whenever I was frustrated, or upset, or angry, or even happy has always been my sister. However, on the off chance that I don’t want to share my feelings with her, I’ve always turned to writing because I strongly value my alone time and I prefer to be by myself, with my own thoughts. Perhaps that’s a dangerous thing, but it has always worked for me in the past.

This manifested into another form of expression which has become extremely significant to me: Running.

As a long-distance runner, I get the self-satisfaction of taking all of the irrational, lingering thoughts that are in my head and just letting them dissipate because sometimes, being too much in your head is not a good thing. These thoughts have to be released somehow. For me, that would either have to be on paper or distance through miles. Either way, I am somehow able to calm myself down.

The catalyst that sparked this random inspiration to publicize my thoughts tonight came from one simple act of cooking pasta to bring for lunch tomorrow at work.

I was standing in front of my stove, stirring my boiling pot of whole wheat pasta when one simple thought came to my mind; This is my life.

I live in New York City. I am a college graduate. I am independent from my parents. I have a job at an amazing Publishing Company which houses a magazine title that I idolized as a high school runner.

What am I missing?

This is the question that I’ve been asking myself for my entire life.

I can safely say that I haven’t had a rough childhood in the slightest. I was blessed with a great family; two loving, supportive parents and a sister who happens to be my best friend. I received a great education throughout my entire youth. I have great friends.

What am I missing?

Living in a city of insurmountable opportunity, filled with millions of people, how could anyone possibly feel certainly alone?

Life here moves so fast and it’s a type of life that I have pictured myself living, but now that I’m in it, I almost don’t know how to live it.

I run, I write, what more is there for me?

I know I just got here, but I feel like there’s so much more waiting for me.

1AM is pasta time. 1AM is also inspiration time, apparently.