I’m in a funk. I’m in a writing funk because I’m in a running funk and I feel like a fraud if I write about it.
Today it is :
and the morning was almost cold. I love this weather, perfect running weather. Except I can’t run and I want to. I really really want to. I find myself getting mad because other people who don’t seem to try as hard as I do to get everything in line are running just fine. I don’t want to be that person.
I had a plan for a normal life (working days), but that didn’t pan out after all. Now I have to see if I can talk to my boss into moving me to days as soon as possible. I don’t know if there are any spots open, and it’ll be a major pay cut. I don’t care anymore. I don’t want to be tired all of the time, I don’t want to have flare up after flare up with my Crohn’s, and I want to see if this will help my joints. It also is a possibility I could get a position with insurance, and that would be great as well.
So sorry for my whining and my lack of posting, the funk will fade soon (I hope) and I will be back to my normal self.