Is there anyone alive out there?
…my first post in many, many months and I start out by quoting Titanic. Not cool, Armstrong.
(Please tell me I’m not the only person in the universe who does this…and by this, I mean referring to myself in the third person when I do something dumb. And not by my legal name; by some “other” name that makes the person who did that dumb thing a completely different individual than the person speaking. Yes, I’m losing my mind. Perhaps there’s a reason I haven’t been writing lately.) It’s only lately that I’ve been feeling the urge to share my thoughts with the world again. I’ve been pretty much swamped for months with a job I actually enjoy committing to, and a master’s degree I wish would just go and earn itself already.
I have not run a road race since the Arizona Rock N Roll half marathon in January. (Which was lovely, but extremely leisurely.)
I skipped the Westport St. Patrick’s Day Run, which has been a staple of my racing agenda since I moved to Kansas City.
I am not registered for Rock the Parkway, a race I adore. Registration is now closed.
The only people who have regularly encouraged me to run around here are either indefinitely injured, or have packed up and left town.
I feel less like a runner than I have in a really long time. Runner pity party, table for one…
But as I write this, I still feel encouraged. I have this sneaky suspicion that no matter how far I’m away, I’ll always come back.
Because through it all, I’m still a runner.