Tuesday, June 3, 2008
A time for slacking and a time for Celebration
I admit it, I am a blog slacker. I just haven't been able to get into this blogging thingy this past week. I think I lost my creativity or something. I just haven't been able to think of a damn thing to say. Maybe my meat eating diet is clogging my creative mind. I don't know. Help!
I guess I should start where I left off... On Saturday of the Memorial Day weekend, I ran up on the Western States trail with lot's of people. We ran about 27 miles in rain, mud, and cold. I had a blast! How can you not have fun when you're running with friends on the WS trail? A bad run just doesn't happen up there. There is just something so magical there. The rest of the week was spent swimming and resting as I felt a little soreness in my left achilles. I figured I better rest and nip this overuse injury in the bud. For once, I listened to the voice of reason in my head and did the right thing. After a few days I was just fine.
On Friday, May 30th, my daughter Courtney graduated from High School. It was a sad and a happy time for me. I will miss her when she goes away to College. It has been hard at times knowing that my kids are growing up and spreading their wings. Sometimes I want to hold them back, but I must let them fly. I have always kind of dreaded this time in my life when the kids would no longer need my guidance on an everyday basis. A sad time and a happy time all rolled into one. Friday morning I got up and ran for about 8 miles. It was one of those runs where nothing hurts and you feel like you are just flying. I know I wasn't running all that fast, but in my mind, I was hammering. I felt good inside knowing that I have given my all to my children and that I have been blessed. Courtney, my child, spread your wings and SOAR!
Sunday we had a graduation party and now it is Tuesday and I am finally getting to this blog. I am running a 50k on Sunday, June 8th. I think it will go well, as I will be turning the dreaded 50 on Friday. I will be in a new age group! I'm wondering if that is the only good that can come out of turning fifty. The good thing is that I feel about 16. My mind says I'm 16, my body says it's 30, and my face says, SH**!
I refuse to let an old person move into my body.