It seems that this year my creativity was used up by writing the intro of the newsletter where I work, since it's focused on running, it's a perfect fit for me. It's hard to believe I've had this blog for six years, but it has served me well. I started it as a way to find direction while being home with my kids, and morphed into something to keep me on track as a runner and food lover. I made friends with fellow bloggers who I "spoke" with on a daily basis, and counted as true friends. Then it seemed my blog filled it's purpose as I went about my days, I felt like I didn't have much to say. In the past there were times when my blog was a forum for sharing my frustrations. As I read about others who are truly suffering for different reasons, I felt weird complaining about my seemingly mundane issues.
Although I am generally a happy person, I feel like a part of me is missing. I no longer run the way I used to, running used to be an almost daily occurrence, one that made me feel like I could take on anything. After I ran the NYC Marathon and my father in law had a debilitating stroke, I still ran, but it was less frequent. I was very sad, and supporting my husband and family through this time. I started to put on weight but I still ran, swam, walked, biked, and did races.
Fast forward to today. In 2014 I didn't race much at all, mostly because I work at a running store and it's hard to get a day off for a race. I can't believe it, but I only ran the Boilermaker, and for the first time in years, didn't run a single Half Marathon, or Marathon for that matter! Then in September I fell and broke my ankle, breaking it for a third time. After the bone healed, it was determined that I have pretty bad Achilles tendinitis and have started PT. It's feeling so much better, but I can't tell you how much I want to go for one last run before the New Year! So back to the bike I go.
This year I have had some lovely highs, and some bumps in the road. I learned who my true friends are, and who are not. My family supported me but like all families, I got frustrated a couple of times. I love the area I live in, but realize that there is always going to be something in my house that needs fixing. I'm lucky to have my children, husband, family and friends.
I'm looking at 2015 with optimism. I have decided to not make resolutions, although I do resolve to focus on being a better person, physically and mentally. I have decided to look at what makes me happy:
Now I will look forward to 2015, wishing for peace, love, health and happiness, Happy New Year!