I’m not sure if it’s a coincidence, but the song playing right now as I type this is “Letter of Resignation” by The Weakerthans. Ha. I certianly feel like I’ve accidentally resigned from doing the things I love. Namely, running and baking.
Somehow, May just kicked my ass. Between non-stop travel, saying goodbye to my brother (can’t write about that yet. Finland is too far and I’m too sad) and attempting (and then failing) to be ready for the Rainier to Ruston 50k, I just crashed.
Last night went to bed at 6:30 and slept until 7:30 this morning if that tells you anything.
Needless to say, I didn’t wind up running the 50k. Backing out of things isn’t something that comes easily. I rarely admit I don’t know how to do something. It’s even more rare for me to admit I’m not ready to meet a committment I’ve made. I’m trying to spin my non participation as some kind of personal-growth-ability-to-admit-weakness moment.
It’s not really working.