My running is starting to take off.  Honestly, don’t people say that in, say, January?  It’s June, and as I look at my widget over there, the most miles I ran in any month was last month.  Kinda pathetic, but it’s where I’ve been, and I finally have embraced this running path I’m on.  I can’t stop running.  I love it.  But, I’m the kind of runner that needs a plan.  And a running partner.  So, I got both of those, and I have renewed hope and fresh eyes on the prize…that I can nail a full marathon again.  However, I have come to realize I don’t respect a half marathon…I just don’t.  And with that knowledge, I decided to train for and respect 13.1, and have come to understand that a half marathon is an event all on its own.

Here I am.  In a new job that rocks my world, with new people, new friends, and a renewed sense of purpose.  By the end of the year of food stamps and unemployment, my sponsor said, “I don’t care if you work at Taco Bell.  You have to work.”  So, as I prayed to my God, he revealed this amazing opportunity to me, and I said Yes.  I just risked.  Stepped through.  And you know what?  I’m really good at what I do, just like the old days.  It just takes one person to believe in you, and my boss called me OUT OF THE BLUE, and offered me this job.  Seriously, out of the blue.

I have written very little since February, mostly because I start to write, then I didn’t know how to write “in code” to explain again why the same thing happened.  Again.  I would begin a topic, then just.  Stop.  I have more unfinished drafts in my queue than I can count.  Suffice it to say, it has been difficult to stay in the “void”…a new term that my buddy Hoss taught me this week.  I’ve spent time there, just accepting what is, and I’m finding joy in it for now.  I’m happy, but it was not without the same heavy sigh that happened numerous times in the past 2 years.  Acceptance and happiness now that I’m finding my sea legs again.

And so.

It’s June.  I’m having a blast.  I have wonderful men and women in my life.  The Dodgers are in last place, but my days are spent watching nail biters.   My teenagers make me happier than any other people on the planet…the oldest with his scholar (3.71 GPA)  and sports abilities..too many to list, and my younger with his humor, his internet acumen, and hilarious rants about pickup trucks and Jason Aldean.  Chet by my side whenever I’m home.  This is a good life.  Thank you God…for answering my prayers, and saying “No” when it was needed.

Today was a 6 mile tempo, tomorrow a 10 mile LSD run.  Pancakes have been eaten, and I will try to sleep tonight again.  Turning the corner, I’m planning to write more, now that I’ve broken the seal.  Stay tuned.

One thought on “Unbelievably, It’s June.

  1. 13.1 is an achievement! lol you don’t respect the half, heck honey some of us bow down to the 5k! 😉 Your marvelous in your achievements. Don’t judge your miles. Your not defined by your miles. Can’t wait to hear more, and I can’t wait to see you and meet the beloved Chet!

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