May..be, maybe not...

[Mid Life Crisis Marathon Man]

This is my third attempt at posting something deep and meaningful, but regrettably, I have given up. So this is just something by way of an update.

A combination of factors, including the death of my Dad, the Beaconsfield mining disaster (which caused me some work-related upheaval) and my own illness have caused a complete cessation of running for a few weeks.

Over the last month I have managed just two short runs. As previously mentioned, I am now using custom orthotics, which have taken some getting used to. And while two short runs isn't much to judge them on, I have to say it was very encouraging. I felt free and relaxed and moved easily, and am much looking forward to a decent run. For the moment however I am still recovering from a chest infection and have to take it easy. My running goals for this year have been put on hold until some sort of "normality" returns. But it could be a little while yet.

Meanwhile, I see others here have their own battles, so it seems inappropriate to get too philosophical about the value of running in the midst of torment. Suffice to say, I think running is incredibly therapeutic. Even when you are denied that outlet, the prospect of it is helpful in itself.

Running is the answer, even when it doesn't seem like it.

More later.