Today was a perfect day for a run. Cool enough that you wanted long sleeves, yet not so cold you had to be bundled up like the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man waddling around the block.
I know those times are not far away, but right now, I am pretty appreciative of the weather.
This run was a bit of a run out of a funk…a run out of the training rut I have been in. I think a bunch of things happened that have left me like a deer in the headlights, sort of stuck where I was, unable to move because I was frozen by all the changes going on around me.
Many are really inconvenient for me, and therefore just qualify as whining.
Which I don’t do.
Like the fact that the Caratunk Post Office will be closing in the not too distant future. (snarky aside: We will officially have zero services in Caratunk, yet our taxes and mil rate continue to rise as if we had a school. Or a bus. Or a place to recycle cans and cardboard. Or a fire department. Weird.)
Closing the post office makes sense, I get it. But man, I really am going to miss the luxury of walking 200 feet to pick up my mail, of seeing Bailey‘s picture on the wall, the Appalachian Trail hikers sitting out front, the photos of the not so distant past when Caratunk had two stores, both of which were gas stations.
It all makes me feel as if my little town is shriveling into history, and it is sad to see.
There are other, more upsetting changes…the 4 friends I have lost this year, my job ending in April, the knowledge that this is likely my grandfather’s last year, watching someone I love disintegrate further into alcoholism, have all left me whirling around like a top waiting for someone to put their finger on my head and stop the spinning.
You can wait a long freaking time for someone to help you stop spinning your wheels. Really, it is up to you to get your crap together. You may not have complete control about what is going on around you, but the one thing you always have control over is how you deal with the stuff going on in your life.
So I did what I do when I need to clear my head, I went for a run. It was a short run, I haven’t been running
much at all, so I didn’t kill 10 miles like my mind wanted to. But during the run, something in me shifted.
I am no longer the deer in the headlights that I have been the past few months.
I came back and made my schedule for my build for Ironman Mont Tremblant (only 279 days away) I made an attack plan for my first race of 2012 – the Mid-Winter 10 Mile Classic – where I plan on a new PR. I feel great about my 2012 season now, where before I was teetering on the uncertain.
I have a plan for my job situation. It requires a lot of work and planning. And a little luck. But I think I can pull it off.
Fine. I will drive to the Post Office in the West Forks.
And the other stuff? I need a lot more running to straighten that crap out. But the pavement, dirt roads, and trails are all out there for me to explore, I just need to lace up my sneakers.