My Running Family...
I miss my running family. More than that, I miss being part of the running community. I’ve been running, although not as consistently, but mostly by myself. I’ve been the world’s crappiest blogger. Life has gotten so busy and so crazy.I ran into someone from my running family today. And it was great. Conversations about training and racing. There’s like an unspoken respect for other runners. And I realized how much I missed being part of a community. When you run for 3+hrs with someone, you get tight. You’re real, and authentic. I miss reading your posts, about training and life. I miss everything about it.
And to be completely honest, I’ve felt really alone the last few weeks. Stuff has been happening, and it’s been so hard. I wished when I was going for a run that I’d have someone to run with, to talk to. Someone to give me a hug and tell me that everything would be okay. I know how ridiculous that all sounds, cause I got so many people to support me, but sometimes you can’t control feelings.
And so Tiger is back in the blogging world. I’m not sure I’ll be able to get out to the running world when all those other running people run, but I can post, and read blogs and comment and be part of a community again. Best part of a community like this? You're usually welcomed back with open arms!
So let me catch you up!
In the last year, a lot has happened. My moms been in the hospital twice, and is back there again. I’m planning and organizing a 5km race that will race $16,000 in support of Children’s Aid Society. It’s on August 29th. I’ve been in a dark bubble, I’ve been out of a dark bubble. I’ve run away from everything, and I’ve started facing the demons. I’ve had conversations. I trained 5 girls to run a half marathon. I did things. I did things I never would have dreamed I could do. I’ve stayed calm in a crisis without a plan. I’ve stayed positive in light of recent difficulties. I’ve fallen apart at the same time. I ran to survive. I ran to feel alive. I’ve hated running, and I’ve loved running. I’ve learned to put me first. I’ve been inspired, and I’ve inspired people. More than that, though, I’ve grown up. I got happy. And I got happy for me, and not for anyone else. I’m not sure what I wanna do anymore, but I am confident that whatever I do, it’ll be something amazing.
And now on to your blogs...
posted by AddictedToEndorphins @ 7:29 PM
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