onepinkfuzzy

I keep putting one foot in front of the other...sometimes I come to an aid station, and there is beauty and hope and life and smiling faces, and other times the sun is beating down and I am sweating and wondering how I will keep going forward and I am trying to find the "go" button inside but it's nowhere to be found and I don't know what I'm going to do.

Saturday night was an aid station - a wonderfully awesome time spent with a new friend. Sunday morning, a joyous run on the top of a chilly mountain, weaving in and out of the Wilderness of Rocks.

This morning...ah, this morning. It's dark out and I'm not sure where I'm going. I'm tired and sore and exhausted and sad and happy and hopeful all rolled into one. I am wondering how I will continue to move forward, juggling work and paying the bills and getting my car tuned up and cleaning the house and taking care of my son. Wondering where to go and what to do, knowing I need to find the go button and feeling lost as to how to go about finding it but knowing I will find it, and soon. Contemplating questions, knowing the answers will come in time.

I ran close to 20 miles this week. Tuesday morning, an enjoyable 5.5ish mile run with good company followed by warm Starbucks coffee on a cold morning - mmm, nothing better! Tuesday night was "cross-training" - bowling followed by a great dinner (and fantastic dessert). No running Wednesday morning, and I had more "cross-training" Wednesday night - watching Kiera and Mike's kids. Thursday brought a nice short lunchtime run with Paki, and discussion on whether we should do the Tucson HM or PF Chang's Rock and Roll HM. (the answer's in: no go on the Tucson HM - which leaves the weekend open for Vegas..., and we'll do PF Chang's Rock and Roll in January - which means I get to meet up with a bunch of you bloggers!) Thursday evening was a fun time down on 4th Ave - I discovered a new band I absolutely love, Mellowdrone, and I had three beers *gasp!* on a work night! Which of course meant no running Friday morning. My dad came into town on Saturday, and we had fun sword-fighting at the park, until we broke Ash's swords (oops) (three-foot long foam swords - awesome!).

All that combined with my 9.6 miles on Sunday equaled running happiness. Well, I should have gotten out Friday morning or at lunch, but it was still a pretty good week. Next week should bring miles in about the mid-20s. Hmm, after writing this, I'm feeling better already! Peaks and valleys...just a part of life. Have a peaceful week!