Rebirth

I've been back from NYC for several days now.  I meant to write sooner, but it's been a challenging week, and I needed more time in my own head.

And now I want to talk about anything other than the challenge, so instead I'm talking about rebirth.

NYC was wonderful.  It was a great experience that has left me feeling very...purged.  I hadn't realized just how much anxiety has been built up in me since October when everything went wrong.  I got to revisit the scene of the crime(s) and see them made right.  The show must and finally did go on.

This isn't the place where I want to talk about my career in any of its forms.  I do enough talking/thinking about that with friends and colleagues.

But overall, I feel like I've been given a clean slate.  This really sank in on my run yesterday. 

That's right.  I ran yesterday.

I ran two miles in 40 minutes and did not need to poop.  I am not counting myself cured yet.  I think I want a solid week of running (4-5x) before I made any claims.

It was, obviously, a slow run.  And I kept having to tell myself not to compare myself with how I was doing in October.  Or even December.  I'm in a very different place now.  I weigh more.  I don't have the same cardio conditioning I had before.  And I have anxiety every time I go run that I'm gonna have an emergency situation.  None of those things are going to change this week.  And likely the improvements will be slow and (please) steady.  But I can make them now.

I'm working on goals for all areas of my life.  And later I'll take those goals and add some smart goals to make them actually happen.

But for now, my running goals are:
Do 4 miles in 60 minutes by....well...by eventually. 
Do the Rocky Raccoon 10k on November 3.