Hiatus

I know no one's been waiting for this next post, but it's indeed been over a year. Apologies. I'll summarize the last 13 months:

1) Blew out my ankle before the Blue Ridge Relay (24-hour team running event I monitored with a boot on behind the wheel of a support van)
2) Learned my gall bladder doesn't function anymore (Am refusing surgical removal)
3) Graduated with my MFA from Sewanee
4) Have been fighting heart trouble & anxiety attacks
5) Got engaged to the best woman in the world
6) Watched my best friend die in a Hospice bed from brain cancer
7) Withdrew from my MBA classes for the Fall '10 semester

For all the above reasons, I'm compelled to return to running, and to writing. Both exercises have been my outlet and catharsis in years past, for anxieties far more mundane than of late. Running has been my escape--from the world, from stress, from myself. I hope it serves the same function now. I really need to get away from my thoughts. I'm overwhelmed with awful memories and thoughts of death. I don't sleep well. I'm not as excited about my wedding as I should be. I don't laugh much anymore. I miss my friend.

This isn't how I thought adult life would be. Not yet, anyways. But the world breaks us all at some point, right? I'm not going to fall into a bottle or cower behind sleeping pills or depression meds. I just need to run--Away from and to something. Hopefully along the way I'll find a new self. Discover something akin to peace.