It has occurred to me or rather been occurring to me that running has escaped my life. Because of this many things have surfaced. Those things are either a result of precursors, prescribed drugs, or a deep need to rest.
If you have been following me for some time, you may have noticed that Trail Tuesday post are non existent.
October of last year, I ran a marathon. A marathon that kicked my ass. I struggled the last 10 miles to even walk, resulting in a two hour delay in my projected time. However, you can’t keep me down, and I finished that race – thankfully not coming in last. It doesn’t really matter in the grand scheme of things, but it mattered to me. I have not ran seriously since. A mile here and there, but I had no real goal.
I only have one downside to almost letting my running and other things I enjoy going up in flames, specifically running; my knees hurt from becoming an inactive hermit. So there is that to deal with. I feel like I took a wrong turn when writing this. My point is…. I am back. A little more pissy, with a slight chance of happy, but I am back. I am taking it slow and soon you will see more post of the things I love: reading, writing, and running – oh yeah, and serial killers. Because life is chaos and nothing remains the same, plus I like reading about serial killers – fascinating fucking bastards
If you run to make everyones life easier, then congratulations. It isn’t easy, but it keeps you sane and that’s all that matters.