Christmas Eve might seem a strange time to recommit myself to blogging my running but this particular Christmas Eve I am in the middle of Columbus, Georgia staying with somewhat distant relations that we ended up visiting at the last minute to try and stave off the homesickness, and missing home so badly it literally hurts inside. Luckily seeing my depressed state, my husband kicked me out the door this morning and I did get to experience a beautiful 6 mile run in the middle of nowhere Georgia around a beautiful pond filled with geese and all kinds of other birds I would know if I spent more time birdwatching and less time online. Fortunately an hour of oxygen and perspiration in an idealic (sp?) setting helps one refocus and reconnect with one's self to the point where I felt rather reflective and pond-iferous (meaning in a state of pondering). The rest of the day passed just fine and my kids will be happy tomorrow and life goes on. My runs of late have been, in short, a little pathetic, but after 2 months of biking post-Grand Slam summer and about that same time spent in personal what is surely situational depression, I realized/re-realized that running helps keep me sane so I am back to the old grind. I feel a little worn down and worn out from life in general and my running is reflective of that, but am hoping that the new year and the passing of the holidays and less homesickness will re-invigorate me. March 26th I've got the D.C. marathon so I will start working towards that. Until then I shall resolve to be a better running recorder so I can perhaps start improving the current pathetic-ness of my running commitment, though I continue to eat my way through entire packages of Oreos and mint cookies and will not commit to not do so until after the holidays, so on top of trying to get back to running I might also need to join weight watchers and lose 100 pounds. For now, signing off. |