I was looking back at some of my old posts from (WOW) nearly a decade ago, and I realized how much of a bubble I've created in the past couple of years. Inside that bubble is me, and no one else.
I know that I've struggled with writing more, and I will continue to make no promises about that, but I've really changed when it comes to talk about running beyond the blog.
I don't talk about it as much with my friends, I don't really bring it up much with co-workers, and I don't post to Twitter or Facebook about many of my workouts.
While I've had SOME moments of bursting that bubble, which also brings confidence, it fades away. But now that I see what I've done, I'm hoping the rest of the year can be full of moments of annoying my non-running friends and getting back into better conversations with the ones that really care.
I'll start that process now by admitting how crazy it feels to have the Rock 'n' Roll Savannah Marathon on my calendar in November.
I haven't made a true commitment to a marathon since 2012. By the time Savannah rolls around, I'll be just shy of four years since that mess of a Richmond Marathon.
Training this summer and fall will feel completely new. It's exciting and nerve-wracking all in one. There's doubt and confidence.
I forgot how it feels to run beyond 13.1 miles; distances like 14 and 16 sound fine, but 18 and 20? That sounds weird right now. Running 35-40 miles in a week? That sounds tiring.
But let me first get to the Shamrock Half ...
(Top photo from picjumbo.com)