Over the past year I’ve thought several times that I’d figured out the source of my health problems. Unfortunately, the rabbit hole was deep and I wasn’t able to really figure things out. Until now.
After months of worry and frustration, I finally feel great and am declaring today a positive new beginning.
I plan on blogging about what I’ve learned, and after that, I’m going to set out some new goals.
It’s time to start living again!
I’d be in the hospital. I have had the flu since last Tuesday. It was only last night (Sunday) when things got even remotely better than they had been.
Fever and chills and coughing up a lung. Fever and chills and coughing up a lung. Fever and chills and coughing up a lung. That’s been my entire week.
During this time I thought, “If I was 80, this would have put me in the hospital”.
BRUTAL.
Have you ever stopped posting and then found it really hard to start again? Yeah? Well, here I am starting from the beginning so this one’s gonna be simple.
I took my son to a monster truck show last night. I’m not into that sort of thing but, of course, it’s irresitible to a five year old boy. He was SO excited. Note to the unitiated: GraveDigger rulz (sort of the Hulk Hogan of the monster truck gig)! Here’s a little collage I put together of our time there. Click on the pic to enlarge.
The poor, poor members of the CRN (writing) team – they’ve had to put up with an endless stream of emails where I go on and on and on about all the cool stuff we’re building over at completerunning.
Something Jeanne has learned very well (and that even I have only recently come to understand) is that I only have two gears – full out and dead stop.
I am definitely a manic-depressive sort of character when it comes to my passions and work. I go through periods where I am inexaustible. Periods where I am up till 2:00 a.m. night after night. Periods where I have to keep a notebook so I don’t lose all of the ideas that flow into my mind in wave after wave of creative nirvana. Periods where noone can keep up to me. These periods generally last for a month or so and then…
…it all comes crashing down and I am utterly useless.
Then, I rest up (sometimes for as much as a month), rinse and repeat.
When it comes to non-running stuff, I am not a marathoner – I do not know pacing.
And I’m ok with that – it’s mostly nice to have figured out how “I am”.
But I imagine it must be hard to be around me. If that last statement rings a bell (Jeanne?), I apologize.
As the Scorpion said to the frog, “It’s in my nature“.
Some day soon, I will start talking about running again. I just needed to get this off my chest.
