It's almost Christmas. I'm bursting at the seams. To see my Mom and family. To sleep in and be home with Thomas. To eat food. For a break from work.... I'm burned out. I feel like I'm standing at the edge of a big vacation canyon, with my toesies curled over the edge, ready to jump.
I'm still running. Mostly hating it. I ran ten (10!!!) miles on Saturday, and that was a big deal. But to be completely honest, I'm kind of over it. But I'm waaayyy too invested at this point to quit. I've spent so much time and money and energy on running, thinking about running, learning about running, planning life around running.... I have to see this through. And I want to, in some ways. I absolutely love the feeling/rush/high (whatever you want to call it) that I get around mile 5 or 6 -- I'm running, no pain, feeling good, in the groove.... But the 4 miles it takes to get there and the recovery afterward is getting to be tiresome. I've developed some minor (for now) but painful IT Band issues, so I'm currently formulating a plan to deal with that. Planning to dominate it, obviously.
Obligatory running mention done. Back to Christmas.
This Christmas will be one-of-a-kind. First Christmas without my Dad. Last Christmas before some major changes for Thomas and I that I can't talk about yet, for fear that my speaking aloud of it will ruin everything.
Sentimental.
Nervous.
Expectant (but not expecting, don't get excited).
Hopeful.
Ready for the next thing/phase/adventure.
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