Move number 5 in the last 18 months was completed this past weekend. I am living by myself, closer to the parks, running trails... the things that I so desperately wanted to have when I moved back. I have them. "Wherever you go, there you are." I can only hope this move confirms that I have not been running away from myself but I have just been trying to figure out where I belong.
This weekend also confirmed I belong in Colorado, preferably in the mountains with running shoes on. I completed a half marathon that goes between Georgetown and Idaho Springs. I loved it. The Canadian ran with me. I slowly caught up with her around mile 7.5 and quickly realized she was too injured to finish. I walked with her to the next aide station and continued on. I have been here before, leaving my running partner behind with injury... it is hard thing to do. I hope no one ever has to leave me. Somewhere in that 13.1 miles I found my stride again, fell back in love with running and realized everything I have done in the last 30 years had led me to that exact moment in my life. I just smiled.
I have finally signed up for a short story writing class. I am so nervous. I have to submit a story and allow my story to be openly discussed by a room full of peers for a 20 minute period. Here we go. Writing is not engineering or running, it is foreign to me and I have plenty of room to improve. The deep end looks good apparently. Lately I have been exposing parts of me that are sensitive, making me vulnerable and subject to rejection. I need a really good topic. I need to just smile, then breathe. This is who I am, I hope you like it.
