What a reminder. It's been a few days, and after a week of sleep deprivation, some chaos, missed runs, and a lot of work, I do believe I was getting depressed and anxious. It's a reminder of how that discipline of running is so vital to me...I let one discipline go and everything else starts to slip too. Maybe I put to much on the run, but it's been the thing that got me up every day and made me put one foot in front of the other for 3 years now. This last few days has made me humble--I fancy myself to be so strong sometimes but I see I am only just a few steps away from being a fragile beaten mess. Today's run, like so many before, put it all in perspective. One mile and my wheezy lungs and nose cleared, a few more miles and my head began to clear and I could think straight, and by the end of the run when I pushed it enough to make it hurt, I seem to have my head screwed on straight again. I remember how blessed, blessed, blessed I am. I'm living the dream and it's sad how quick I forget that sometimes. Merry Christmas everybody. This morning I got to drink coffee with my husband, and watch my healthy, happy kids squeal at what Santa had brought. At home, at work, everywhere I go, I am daily in the presence of incredible people. So, a little early New Year's resolution, this year I will keep getting up and putting one foot in front of the other, and make all the people who have supported me proud. I'm going to smile and laugh every day, no matter what, and while I'm at it, I'm going to win some races(had to throw that in there). | 