I have had a serious writers block this week with this post.
There are about 5 started posts written with no ending, nothing seemed to totally click in my head. I think know it’s my mental state at the moment. I started moving. It’s emotional. It seems like the culmination of the past two years of all the crap is finally coming to an end. It’s a good thing, it’s a sad thing, and it’s a necessary thing. The way my mind works is pretty practical. I know what I need to do and I do it, sometimes with a lot of procrastination in between. But, I have never been a super over-emotional person. I’m not generally a crier.
This last week though, it started to hit me. My awesome neighbor (Gramps) sent me a text saying he just cut the grass for the last time, it made me all teary. He’s cut the grass for us over the years when we got busy and it’s always just been so nice to come home to a nicely mowed yard. But, it’s not just the cut grass, it’s that he and Grammy are like my second set of parents. They are grandparents to the boys and we just love living next door to them. It’s made for hundreds of thrown together driveway or back porch dinners. Lots of just pick up games of whatever the kids were playing the back yard, movie nights, hot tub dips, celebrations, and driveway messages.
I moved a few loads of boxes and I cried seeing them all sitting there. I’m very up and down lately.
I still managed to get some miles in last week, though it was kind of few and far in between. It’s been the lowest mileage week thus far. I’m happy to say that this week, I’m doing much better! God bless that track on my lunch break. Even with packing, I still take a lunch break and the track is waiting for me! The decision to cut back to the half was a really, really good one for me this year. Ill be back for you 26.2!
Here is my sad little report from last week:
Tuesday- 3 miles at lunch
Thursday- 3.5 miles at lunch
Saturday- 5.4 miles
Here is to a much better week of miles in and less crying when I see a box ❤️
