first: the good news
- will the la marathon just 17 days away, i’ve been running 8 miles so regularly, i can almost run our route in my sleep. i run, eat, sleep, eat, eat and sleep and run. that’s about it.
- stats read: Feb-126.74 Jan-144.46 2011: so far: 271.20
- i’m in love. in love with harley guy. one of the most surprising things to me here, is that i had my life all planned out. i was going to retire, then move back to woodland hills and take care of my mom and dad when they were 90. i was not going to fall in love. he appeared so suddenly in my life and has swept me clearly off my feet. it’s good. it’s sustaining me.
now. the bad news.
- i found out last week that i will not be hired back. i was a probationary teacher. i stood up against a bully. i took my administrator to the union, because the dye was already cast…but it didn’t help. i’m not a great team player. i admit this. but i hate lying. HATE it…and my profession has put the good of the students on the back burner in the hopes of using edu-mumbly-jumbly speak to fix the problems. what about just teaching?
- full reconveyence of my house. the next business day after i lost my job, i got this letter. i think it means i no longer own my house. whatever the case, it’s not good, and i know it. i’ve lived in this house for 3 years fighting the lender. it looks like it soon is coming to a close.
- the ex husband is full of threats and verbal assaulting and trying to make me out to be a bad mother. he is especially on fire because of harley guy in my life. he has been throwing fast pitches at me for years, and i would hit one every now and then…and now i’m swinging at every dig. every inappropriate comment. but i’m tired. he’s a bully. and i’m tired of it.
- i woke up one morning with dread in my heart. i’m almost 32 years sober, and the thought of drinking clearly crossed my mind. not because i want to drink. i just don’t want to deal with all these things at once. i won’t drink because i’m a recovered alcoholic. god has removed my drink problem. for a long time. but clearly. i’m exhausted.
so. so that brings me to the same conclusion. i must simply keep running. period. both metaphorically and physically running both grounds me and helps me soar. it is in the quiet, dark streets that i lay all this out on the road. that i take all the bad news and channel it into the pavement. and i know. i know that running has saved me, and i will survive this.
“Every morning in Africa a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must move faster than the lion or it will not survive. Every morning a lion wakes up and it knows it must move faster than the slowest gazelle or it will starve. It doesn’t matter if you are the lion or the gazelle, when the sun comes up, you better be moving.” – Maurice Greene (attributed to Roger Bannister shortly after running the first sub-4 mile)