I Saw the Sign

I’m not someone who tends to give up that easily. Although as I get older, I’m also not someone who tends to fight through like I did. Overall, I guess I would say I am tenacious, but only to a certain degree. 

I've found that since the marathon in May, it’s been more and more difficult to get that drive for running up and, well, running. I’ve had these moments where it’s been something that I found a little bit of a spark, but that spark tends to go out with relative ease. I think some of that is just dealing with the discomfort that I’ve had in my right leg/hip area which tends to make running not that enjoyable. Some it is the leftover stress/angst/whatever else with the marathon training block and my home life. 

And the there have been these little pushes from life that seem to be telling me to just step it back. 

The icing on the cake was the fact that a literal tornado went by our house. 

We are all fine, we weren’t even here, and it could be so much worse. There is a lot of cleanup and there are a lot of phone calls, but we will all get taken care of, and ideally, will be taken care of without much financial loss on our part. 

But already only four (now seven when I'm posting this) days into this endeavor only get three (now six) miles in. 

I think, to be totally one of those people, but the universe is trying to give me a sign. 

I’m not going to stop running. I’m not gonna give up running, but maybe this season of the half is shaping up a little bit differently than ones in the past. I think the biggest thing of all is that I feel okay about that which maybe speaks more than whatever that tornado noise was that day.