It sure has been a while since I last wrote. Marine Corps Marathon seems like it was so long ago. Who knew then how drastically life would change. I read back a few posts, but I couldn’t go too far without tearing up. I had so many plans and goals. I have wanted to write again for a long time, but every time I sit down to write, the words feel heavy and sad. I don’t think I’m alone in how I’m feeling. The world is in pain. I feel that so deeply.
There are a lot of loose ends to tie up starting with Marine Corps Marathon. My training was inadequate, but I ran it anyway. It rained for hours and then it turned into a hot, humid afternoon. It was the most challenging race I have ever run. I finished in my slowest marathon time, but quitting was never an option. However, I haven’t run much since. I lost the drive and joy. Lately the urge to run has been bubbling up inside. I want to run again, but I’m not quite ready. I walk everyday. Maybe one day soon I will pick up the pace. Hopefully this will apply to other areas of my life.