December 26th, 2012
It’s been a long ass week or two. (Bad Blogger! Bad Colby! Insert visual of me whacking myself on the nose with a rolled up Us Weekly.) It’s been long for many reasons. And on just about every level. It’s finally starting to feel like things are back to normal up in here. (Translation: I’m frantic, running, exhausted, and blogging!) I also managed to Run at Lunch several times while at work which is completely transformative.
The Run at Lunch often eludes me. Which pisses me off. Totally and completely. No matter how crummy of a day or how poor a result (Disclosure: I’m a scientist- and not in the jaw-clenched-bespectacled-tight-assed- high-brow way. More like in the ‘Pipetting in Heels’ kind of way. Rare? Yes. But here I am nonetheless- A Science Dork in Great Shoes), a Run at Lunch saves the day for me. Honestly, after the horrific tragedy in Sandy Hook, followed by the usual year end work stress and then Christmas….I’ve been kind of quiet. Sad. Contemplative I guess. When I get quiet (now THAT’S rare), I run. A whole bunch. And boy did those runs help me clear my head and dry my eyes. Perfect timing. Clarity. Release. Ahhh.
It also dawned on me during one of these Head-Clearing-Perspective-Gaining runs, that my Post-MCM-Marathon-Recovery-Cross-Training-Fest was long gone (Na-Nights Zumba.)
I am officially training for my next marathon.
When the hell did that happen?
Big Sur Marathon here I come!
So. Stoked. Thankfully, Santa left me some new kick ass Newton’s (Hello Better fo’ sho’) and a Garmin. Did you hear that? Me. Garmin. A Garmin Forerunner 410. I don’t even know what that means. Considering I rarely even run with a watch, this is going to be verrry interesting. I feel extremely official with that gadget. Snazzy even. Santa Rocks. (He’s hot too. And rides a bike. Score 1 for Colby.)
I did come across this little tidbit on the Big Sur Marathon soon after registering for that puppy. (See #13. Yipes.) What does weather.com know about marathons? (I mean really. Bitch. Please.) Tough or not, I am so looking forward to it. I think that’s just what I need. A Goal. Focus. Control in Chaos. Calm.
26 tough Big Sur miles.
26 lives lost in Sandy Hook.
That number has taken on such a completely different meaning to me these past few weeks. It really has. It upsets me to no end. And although the healing has begun, and the dust is sadly settling, it breaks my heart. To pieces.