Is my blogging ending? With only three posts in September, and no recent weekly updates you have to wonder. Well, I don't know.
Over the last seven years I've endeavored to share the ups and the downs. The problem is, as the ups get higher, there end up being a lot of downs. After climbing Mt. Everest, this really big thing, even using bottled oxygen, it's hard to adjust to a normal life again. This summer... trying to do something in the world of ultra running... I know where I've been in terms of physical fitness, and when I'm pretty far away from that it's hard to accept, or take joy in.
There is a saying, "if you don't have anything good to say, don't say anything." At the end of the day, after work and running and making supper, I'll be honest, there have not been a lot of positive thoughts going through my head this summer. It's hard moving to a new place and figuring out my routine. It's hard taking a new job and understanding exactly where my responsibilities are or where I provide the most benefit. It's hard not being in great shape with an important race looming. It's hard adjusting to hot and humid weather. It's hard having a broken hand, and now a somewhat shortened third metacarpal on my left hand that leaves me fearing I will have permanent problems, specifically rock climbing, from breaking it.
So I spend a few sentences venting, and where does it get me? Nowhere. The things I whine about are insignificant to the real struggles of the world. I mean, this is our presidential election this year! 31 Lies in one week?! Best part is destroying phones with hammers...
So who knows?