Which is a sad, sad time we live in. Social media had become our single way of communication, had replaced a lot of feelings and desires, and that is that. Yes, there is a real life in a close proximity, like your friends who are also co-workers and those who live near by, but what about all those people I thought we have strong connections with?
Anyway, it's been a long time since I've used my blog to say anything, and Facebook did influence that as well: all immediate short-term ideas get on FB postings, and the reason to write longer is gone, not to mention nobody reads blogs anymore either, Smartphones and quick-glance not allowing for a sit-down and indulging. So I figured might as well put here whatever the hell comes to my mind, as by now I feel safe random readers don't exists.:)
Where do I even begin? After my unsuccessful attempt at Mogollan Monster 100 (or successful in terms of re-evaluation of my life if you will), my running went to zero, yet again. Just like some 2 years prior, when it all started (whatever "IT" is, that adrenal shut-down plaguing a number of folks not willing to talk about it out loud because no explanation/tests/words are possible), I couldn't make it past a couple of miles at 12 min/mile. So, having learned to deal with it emotionally and physically, I turned, yet again, to the gym 5 times a week/Power walk the rest. It worked, in terms of my body weight and my overall fitness staying consistent. Cardio equipment had become my mantra, so did serious weight training (3 days for upper, 2 days for lower). In the first week of December, though, I managed to have a stress fracture in my lumbar vertebra bone (transverse process of L4, with stage 2 herniation). It was painful for a week to the point of cold sweats and silent tears - and I don't give in to pains easily. Despite all that, I never took a day off work (as physical as being a massage therapist is) or stopped going to the gym - I did adjust my workouts, joined spin classes 3 times a week, and wore a back brace. Thank God for an MRI to tell me the real diagnosis, otherwise I would have dismissed it all, called myself a sissy and potentially would have broken off the bone completely!
That said, even the most driven and diligent person gets tired of gym setting. I often complain how un-inspiring the flat streets of my neighborhood are to run on daily comparing to the mountain trails, trails in general, or even streets of some hilly wild town. However, by the end of 2 months being a gym rat I was breaking down mentally and longing for even that. Last week I went "shuffling" my 12 min/mile and made it 3 times for 3-4-5 miles each. This week, though, the Heavens open up. I had 2 runs that brought me to tears - and good tears they were! I ran! It finally felt natural, last time I had a bout of "running" feeling back in July! Wow, I couldn't have been more thankful and happy, taking it all in, praying - and hoping it will stick around. I don't give a damn if I ever run another race, or run another ultra, or go long - all I want is that "natural" feeling of running - and may be once a month surviving something of 2+ hours for my soul.
That is the "Run More Talk Less" update. Now, the life...In October, I turned 46. Good number, I am liking it. We didn't celebrate it, but a week earlier my younger son Stephen had come to visit, and a couple of days later I made pirogies and a few friends showed up to eat them.
And then there was December. A crazy month with lots of work to make up for the trip, work-through-Christmas times, quiet drive to Enchantment Rock park with Larry on Christmas morning, and a "look, I stayed till 12:03" New Year's eve.
Speaking of kids, I went to visit them to Portland for 4 days in the 2nd week of January.
And to keep myself sane, I knit. I knit like crazy, exploding, and it's soothing, like a blanket, provides an outlet in creativity, a mind calming effect, and a lot of items for myself, my Larry, and my friends.