There once was a girl from the South
Who [thought she] knew what life was about
She gave it her all
Sometimes she would fall
Oh, hell. Who am I kidding?
Dude, it has been an ass kicking year and a half. No other way to put it.
So, it’s not quite the prose I had hoped for. There aren’t but so many times someone can post that they’ve disappeared (as if it wasn’t obvious from lack of posts) and then promise to get back on track. It gets old after the first, but I probably have at least half a dozen to my credit. If not more. So, when I took my last blip off the blogging radar, I didn’t come back. One, I had nothing to say and two, which really should be one, is I have been consumed by lazy. So many of the fantastic people I’ve met through blogging and I are now F@ceb00k friends, so they keep up with all the mundane stuff.
I hit bottom and bounced back up. I hit bottom again and bounced back up. That third time of hitting bottom has been super hard to recover from. I have given up a lot of the volunteer work I was doing so I could focus on my family and household. I will say, Fabul-O has been a trooper through all of the changes and has been so much more resilient than I ever could have asked. The one thing that hasn’t changed is the love and unwavering support of all my fabulous friends and my parents. Without them, I shudder to think what depths I would have sunk to.
In February I participated in my first half marathon. I had some health issues at the end of last year that kept me from being able to train properly and run. With constant nagging by me, the eventual blessing of my doctor with a conditional clearance, I did a walk/run (emphasis on walk) and completed. Aside from the fact I thought I would die, and the massive blister I developed at mile 5, I felt good. Except for the massive amounts of pain I was in. I wasn’t last. I know the “you lapped everyone who didn’t get off the couch” spiel and all the other well-intended yada-yas, but I didn’t feel like I really and truly “did” a half marathon. Except for the super swag, fancy medal, and the best damn muffins I had ever eaten. So, when I got the email for the discounted fee, I registered for it again. Next time I want to run. I will run the Myrtle Beach Half Marathon in February 2013.
My mission before that one is to run the Army Ten Miler in DC in October. I joined Team Fisher House and will run raising awareness for all the awesomeness Fisher House provides for families of our service members. For those who don’t know, Fisher House is kind of like a Ronald McDonald House for military families.
This is the last year of my 30s and I want to make it kick ass. For the most part, my 30s were good, but I want to send them out with a bang.
I don’t know if anyone still hangs around to see if I’m still alive, but, I am. And I’m going to be better than I’ve been in a long, long time.