Hey, yo! Still alive here! I tend to do this, don't I? I write a major summary of a race and then I disappear for-ev-er. Yeah, so here's the deal. Post-race write up, I spend a lot of energy recovering and getting brain space back. I'm kind of trashed physically and mentally. And my family still needs me- as in the show still goes on. It's been a month since my race. I still have all the warm fuzzy feelings about the race. I finally looked at my results yesterday and know that even though I didn't finish where I wanted to I still completed it and I'm not disappointed. When I race a 50k again, I anticipate I will do better simply from the fact that it I've already done one. Its such an exciting feeling. Recovering for me this time involved a lot of crying again but this time I knew it was recovery. Surprisingly, it took me almost two weeks to eat and drink somewhat normally. Even though I completed every step of 31 plus miles, I felt like I didn't drain myself to the point where it would so alter my eating but it did. I didn't run for a week. I didn't even feel like running. Finally a week later as I was laying in bed, I realized I needed to run the next day. I did but only went about a mile and a half and took it very easy. Now a month later, I'm running regularly again and I've had a few other changes I've noticed to indicate that I'm even more recovered than I thought. You may have noticed there is no Living History Farms race report. That's because we- Bill and I- didn't run it this year. I'm running an 8 mile trail race on Saturday and am looking forward to that. Don't hold your breath for a race recap, though. And that's all I've got for now.
I write about my family of five and our life. It's a glimpse of insights into my soul, including a flair for the dramatic, fumes of motorcycle exhaust, and hugs and kisses from cousins. This is my story, my desire to know and enjoy God and all that He's given me.