(From April, and I forgot to post.)
It’s been a while. A long while. There’s a reason for that.
Inasmuch as I like to be open and honest and keep things real, where anything I write is interchangeable in tone, attitude and language with anything I actually say, I had to stop for a while, because I have been in a place so uncomfortable and sad that I didn’t have it in me to write. I didn’t want to take anyone there with me, and I didn’t want to share it. I can’t just write – it’s why I don’t have a regular blog. I just write what I need to when the need to write hits me.
What was it and how am I back? Well, I don’t know. It was a confluence of a number of things – some of it you can probably guess in turn of the year 2017, and some of it you can probably guess, it being another gloomy snow-less winter in DC. There have been work worries, and daily life worries and dog worries (we lost three dogs since the year began, and almost lost another). I just haven’t ‘felt it’ – not in blogging, not in running, not in life. I’m not sure how I’m back. Some things seem to resolve, some things normalize. And it’s spring now, so there’s sunshine, and no one is getting snow so there’s no being left out.
And sometimes, things don’t have to be a certain way. As a blogger full of entries of marathons and ultras and halfs, I submit to you two recent 5k races. Races that took place in the same week, within five miles or so of one another, and yet were completely opposite in nearly every way. And yet, so perfect, each of them.
One 5k… cherry blossoms. Downtown Washington DC, surrounded by thousands if not tens of thousands of people. Fast and flat. Saw people I knew, and negative splits. Maybe the first time in my life, negative splits. An absolutely beautiful, gorgeous day. The other 5k… azaleas. A small hometown fundraising race, less than 5 miles from the DC line, less than ten from those cherry blossoms. Dozens of people, not one of whom I knew. Hills! Unbelievable hills, and so cold and windy. And… negative splits, and only about half a minute slower than the cherry blossoms. Given the hills and the chills, that’s amazing for me.
Totally different… opposite… but the same. And both amazing.
And I guess there’s always hope, as far as coming back from the suck.
Sometimes, I guess, if there’s some cosmic message and you miss it, life will make sure it throws it in your face.