If you've followed my blog for any amount of time you know that the primary purpose of it is a journal to pass along to my kids one day. I'm a complex person and have battled some form of depression for the past year. I went so far as to schedule an appointment with a therapist for help, but I chose to pray and stay mixed up in my own head instead. I think some part of me actually enjoys it along the same lines as being at mile 78 of a one hundred mile race. Sick, sad, but true.
Running has brought me close to a lot of people and if you're one of them please know that I haven't turned my back on you as a choice. It's been a difficult season of life that I know will eventually change into something better.
In the morning I will get up for the first time in over a year and lace up my running shoes which actually have cobwebs in them. I'll be lucky to actually shuffle for 25 feet, but the first step seems to be the most important one.
I refuse to let life slip by without climbing The Pinnacle at Pinhoti 100 again or dragging myself into an aid station after coasting on nothing but fumes. I miss my running friends and the struggle of it all. Without the struggle there is nothing to overcome.
I'm not sure what my next race will be, but when I do toe the line it will be with a much deeper appreciation of who I am and the others around me.
My first goal is to run a mile non stop. I'll report back when it happens.
