I've been a little silent on the blog and that's because I've been doing a whole bunch of thinking about running and where I want to go and what I want to get out of it. What got me thinking about it was actually a comment from reader Lisa! Lisa, you posted this several days ago and it got my wheels in motion:
Running has to be joyous for me, which is why I'm happy with the pace I do.
Wow. The second I read it, it hit me why my runs have felt so hard and why it's been such a chore to get out the door and get in the workouts for the past six months or so: I've lost my joy in running.
Happy New Year!!! I hope you either put on something fancy and raised a glass out on the town, or stayed comfy in pjs (like me) and watched a good movie.
For months (years?) we've been talking about painting the living room. By we've I mean I've :)
I think today is the day I’ve been dreading and looking forward to in equal parts for many years. Today is the day I’m ready to share my story with all the guts exposed and flaws flapping for the world to see. I started this blog four months ago and I’ve referenced my sobriety but I haven’t gone to great lengths to go into detail—as any recovering alcoholic knows, dredging up memories of drinking days (most of them too fuzzy to remember clearly) can be painful. And it can too easily result in a shame spiral. But I’m not interested in spiraling down anymore. I’ve had my day in the dirt and I’m past that now.
(Almost) daily blogger. Sober runner. Mental sh*t stirrer. Pro gender equality in tech. Family first.