'tis the season

So you might say that I'm not really great with football. For example, it wasn't until way too late in life that I learned what a first down was (AKA senior year of college at an NFL game). And this year when I joined my first Fantasy league, I didn't know you actually had to do something with it every week (wha??).

But, there is something I love about football season. Everyone is just so happy and primed to play. From Saturday morning to Sunday night, people are ready to be social. Especially in the south. And I love it.

This weekend, when I wasn't "watching" (aka at a party where it was on) football, I was outside. And the combination was glorious. Fall came early in Georgia, with seventy and humidity-free sunny days. The highlight of my weekend was a bonfire, where everyone brought a dish - including some phenom chili - and we all embraced the amazing weather.

I wish, with all of my heart, it could stay like this until March, when it turns to spring. It's so happy.

PS: Don't worry. There were definitely s'mores at the bonfire. Di di di!

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run baby run

You guuuuys. I'm so happy. Last night I got to go on a walk for the first time since getting injured. And next week, I get to start running.

I could not be happier.

I don't think I've been this happy since I finished the Chicago Marathon. And on some level, not running was almost as challenging as that was.

Last night I had to break in my new orthotics, which required being on my feet for two hours. This created an incredible contrast to five weeks ago when my physical therapist told me to stay off my feet for at least three hours. When she tasked me with going for a long walk, I almost hugged her.

If you saw some girl driving down Peachtree, bumping to Gaga last night with a huge smile, it was me.

I'll be sure to report back on the first run next week.

112 hours.

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I promise it's love.

So I decided yesterday's post was a little misleading, based on the amount of people that asked me: why don't you like fall?

It's not that I don't like fall. In fact, I actually love it. It offers some of my favorite things: tailgates, pumpkins, Halloween/haunted houses/candy corn, great date opportunities, crisp beautiful weather, great clothes (boots! layers!), festivals, Hocus Pocus watching...

It's kind of amazing.

However, what I don't like about it is that it means summer is over. I realize fall shouldn't be blamed for this, but it's hard not to associate the end of one season with the beginning of the other.

But I guess I'll try to work on this, because fall doesn't deserve to get a bad reputation in my head.

So, for all of you who were worried that I was some sort of fall-hating crazy, I assure you, I'm a lover of the season.

And after an amazing UGA southern-style tailgate this weekend, my love for it has grown even more...

Happy Wednesday :)

falling

For one little baby second I got really excited for fall today. It was weird. I'm not sure what it means. Am I becoming more open-minded? Or is this girl just that cutie?

The times are changing, my friends.

(Don't worry. I still love summer the most.)
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