*hums Yule music*

[angela_n_hunt]

I have Carol of the Bells on repeat in my head. Luckily, as earworms go, I am very fond of it.

No picture today and honestly, unless I really bend the space-time continuum, not likely to be anything new until after the New Year, unless I take something truly adorable on Ye Olde Cameraphone.

I’ve also done no writing and I can feel the mental twitch coming on, so I’m going to put some words on the current novel and journal my thoughts on this last week’s worth of runs. Sunday’s was another minor revelation. 7 miles and it was just no big deal. Took time, yeah, but… Physically? No big deal. I begin to really really believe with every fiber of my being that not only will I run this marathon come March, but I’ll just motor. Not fast. I don’t need to be fast. But I can see running the last mile to the finish line, my face hurting from smiling.

It’s a really great visualization.

It’s certainly given me the strength to dig out from the overwhelm and sorrow of the last week. Things still loom. I still need to offset the fuel pump cost. I still grieve for my friends and my family.

But I ran. And the Earth abided with me as I ran. And the sun shone. And my girls hugged me when I got home.

It is enough.

Originally published at Angela N. Hunt. You can comment here or there.

Comments

[elbales]

I was sorry to hear about your family's loss, and that of your friend. Condolences to you, and hugs.