This changes things

It had to happen. No, like it was going to happen. So it did. I broke.

Listen, over the past few years (maybe slightly longer) I have been carrying too much in life. From selling a home, to converting a van, and hitting the road with the family. Wandering aimlessly that led us to north Idaho. Bought a house. Transitioned jobs. Began hellish remodel that drained everything. On and on and on it went.

I managed to keep running, masking pain, frustration, anger, depression, sadness, feeling out of control… my running stalled to improve, but I kept going because that’s who “I was”. I was the runner guy.

Meanwhile, I was becoming an impatient dad, irritable husband, less than stellar employee, adopting habits I’m not proud of, ignoring all of the warning signs of slowing down and taking care of myself…and ultimately… this weekend, I broke, literally.

The second I heard the snap, I knew. I knew it was time. I screamed “FUCK”! partly bc i knew I wouldn’t be running for a while, but almost more out of relief. My body finally said, “enough”. Enough of the abuse, enough of the hiding, enough of the avoiding the little things, enough! (Weird how when I type that I can almost hear my own late father say that, enough. He always had a distinct way with words that would just stick.)

Anyway, this is more of a personal sticky note to myself to be grateful this all happened now, and the way it did. This post isn’t about running, it’s about life. I’ve now been afforded the time to slow down and stop ignoring the check engine light and all of the other lights on the dashboard.

Miles will resume, trust me, I’m an endurance athlete for life. And those miles might vary greatly across disciples. But more importantly, I hope I can inspire thru my journey and share what I’ve learned. Otherwise breaking your tibia and getting a metal “nail” shoved down the length of your bone aint worth.

For those that can #getoutgetrad bc it’s a way of life!

Here’s to the reset 🤙🏻🤙🏻🤙🏻