Finally ran with you

She sighed, she had made it another mark closer. The red benches meant she was getting closer to the barrier, which meant she was getting closer to the next throng of water people. It was exciting. In terms of how far there was actually left? Maybe five miles, probably more.

Carrie doesn’t know what made her want to run a marathon in the first place. She’s pretty sure it was her uncle, an avid runner and a guy who had run several marathons himself before reaching his breaking point and going too hard one day. He injured both his calves and ankles and this put him out of any racing for at least 9 months. Until Carrie started complaining about not finding a workout she could stay with. Then he jumped in with the running and almost got her hooked until she stopped after only one month.

She hated running. Why would anyone want to run in the first place? To cry about how they hurt everywhere? Why run when you can bike? When you can walk? Why are we even running? And don’t say for the cardio or the endorphin rush, there are other ways to achieve both. And yet, she still did it.

Because it gave her a way to let out her frustrations. Just by running some laps, she felt better. It was strange but she began to see exactly what her uncle meant. She even tried to get others into running but gave up upon realizing her arguments for joining were not very convincing. But Carrie knew the running community was supposed to be super supportive. At least that’s what she had heard. From numerous sources and well, the internet mostly. And her uncle.

One breezy October day, her uncle suggested to her that she sign up for a marathon with him. He was going to do a half one for charity in December. She sighed and closed her eyes, “Nope” and went back to creeping people on Instagram and Facebook. Like, why? Really, why? I’m actually starting to enjoy running, why would I want to add running a marathon (half or not) into the mix?

That was two years ago. Her uncle didn’t stop trying to get her to run one with him, but he didn’t force her either. When Carrie got a new job at a law firm, that took up all her time and she stopped running. Her friends suggested yoga which she tried for awhile, but she was never able to focus and let her mind stay at ease. She started taking walks any chance she could to clear her head.

By September, Carrie realizes she wants more than anything to travel and the person she wants to do that with is her uncle. Her uncle says he will do this for her of course, if only she will run with him somewhere (he gave up marathons because his legs finally reached their breaking point, he does of course still run when he can and is active in the running community despite this). She hesitates, it has been awhile. She knows that she will probably travel either way.

Four months later, in the early hours of New Years Day her uncle is killed in a drunk driving crash. The driver of the other car was not only intoxicated, but texting as well. Her uncle was driving back to his house 10 minutes away after spending New Year’s with Carrie and her family and friends. They begged him to stay the night, as it was nearly 1 AM anyway but he left saying he did actually have work in the morning. He is an ambulance driver. Despite many protests, her uncle left promising each of them that he would call once he reached home. He never called.

It was a mistake that Carrie thinks about as she holds her breath through the agonizing pain. Her legs are throbbing and her face is red, her hair is a mess and there is sweat through her brows, her thighs and everywhere else. She smells terrible and is sore.

Her mom sees her and runs to give her a bottle of water while giving her a hug. Her dad does the same, followed by her siblings and cousins. This is a moment. She barely even glances at the medal that is placed around her neck, but reaches instead to the pin on her headband: “Uncle Rich, I finally ran with you!” next to a smiling photo of him running this same race.

 

 

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A writing goal

So this week I’m going to write something creative in this blog every day. I’m writing this now, so I know to do it. It takes some effort to get on sometimes, but we all need to put in the effort for the things we love.

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Classy as hell.

She walked with a gait that reminded me of how much I dislike her. It’s nothing personal and its nothing exciting either. She started dating the guy I told her I was crushing on, the guy SHE helped me to talk to and build my confidence to ask out only to be shot down because he had a girlfriend. Who happened to be someone I thought was my friend. So, that was the end of that friendship. I’d like to say it went down a little smoother, but I won’t lie and say things are all good now because they are very much not.

I am failing to keep any job I get and she is getting promotion after promotion. I shouldn’t say why I think this is, but I’ll say why I think this is: Trevor-the chief operating officer for the department. Oh, you thought this was high school? No, I wish it was so that I could graduate from this place but no. I worked hard to get here and I sure as hell am not giving it up so easily. The city I mean, the city of angels. I came from a small town in the Midwest and I don’t have a lot right now and I gave up a lot to come here. Making friends was always hard and when I met “her, ” I knew I had someone to talk to about personal matters. Or so I thought.

Not to say that this is a showdown or something and thank God I don’t work in fashion, but I need to find my own way to stay afloat. If you have any ideas or tips leave them for me in an email and I’ll probably consider it as long as it does not involve me moving back to Ohio, buying a dog, throwing out the dog, killing someone, or faking my own death. All very dramatic, but that’s not what I’m looking for.

Let me give you an idea of who I am. My name is Annie West. I graduated from Case Western with a double major in English and screenwriting. After working for one year, I decided to take a chance and move to my dream city of LA. I worked in a coffeeshop along with working at the advertising firm I was at. Rent was too high and I was miserable at a job I didn’t even really like, I realized the dream was falling apart. After 9 months, I was already thinking I made a mistake and deciding to move back. But, through all those tears I still applied to media, arts and writing jobs in hopes of landing something worthwhile. I did. Only one week later, I heard back from ABC Studios offering me the job as assistant writer for general productions. I was stunned. I took it and then moved on to work as staff writer for a new show that led me to work with a great group of people. And where I met Trevor.

Now Trevor is your average earnest type of guy. He holds back at first, but when you get to know him he is super talkative. I got to this stage fairly quickly I guess because I’m easy to talk to. Someone else also liked Trevor and I told myself never to utter her name again but here it is: “Ellen.” I use quotation marks because I recently saw her in a social media ad for ABC and her name is captioned as Carrie-Ann. I thought at first she had a twin, then realized no. No she does not. She is an only child. Anyway, sorry to get sidetracked by fake people but like I said Trevor did get sidetracked by her. Nothing really happened with me and Trevor anyway, but I hoped that he liked me enough.

I was wrong obviously. And that hurt. I hadn’t opened myself up in awhile. And Trevor was not the kind person I thought he was which was unfortunate.

Let me fast forward to this year, Trevor had been working hard as assistant to the director and somehow he is nominated for COO for the screen team (that’s what we call ourselves ok, we’re nerds). He gets it and is overwhelmed but hey he’s a big-shot now. He’s still with whatever her name is and I hope they’re both happy that they both ruined what I thought would be the best experience into a job I hated and had to quit late last year.

I’m working at a restaurant now and hoping for a break that will be better than the first time around.

Screenwriting is what I love doing most. I just need the inspiration to create something great. Hey wait..