I’ve tried to write this a million times over the last few months. I’ve scrapped sentence after sentence. Looked at words as they swim in front of my eyes.
Life got away from me for a while. Everything was a little bit foggy and I sort of lost myself.
The momentum of events carried me through, and it wasn’t until I stopped and looked around and couldn’t really remember how i’d got there.
I’ve made some major life changes in the last four weeks, and it’s been terrifying and numbing all in one go. There’s been upheaval, confusion, questioning.
Running remained my constant.
Running remained safe.
Running kept my routine, it counted away the days, it gave me focus.
And now I sit here, with so many variables – newly single, lacking mental clarity, a little bit stressed. But I remain one thing constantly – a runner
I don’t know where I’m heading, who with or when – but I tell you one thing, I bloody well running there!