Running and re-organizing.

Last night I went running for the first time since the accident. There were good points, and bad. I started out just like I used to and quickly found that while I remembered how to do this, my body didn't. My foot was fine, but my heart and lungs couldn't keep up and I ended up run - walking for 2 miles and then walking the rest of the way. You know - run until you feel like your heart is going to burst out of your chest, walk until you are in control again - run again, etc.

The good thing is - I felt good doing it. Bad thing is that I hadn't realized how quickly I had gotten out of shape - and this afternoon my legs started hurting like I had really done some strenuous stuff. Of course, it may also be due to me moving the couch and loveseat and all the boxes and putting the table and bookshelves together and taking out all the recycling and...yeah, maybe that had something to do with it too.

This week I am doing internal and client facing training all day every day. Sunday I have to fly out to Monroeville, Pennsylvania. It will take me all day Sunday to get there and I train a client (Westinghouse) Monday and Tuesday. When I say all day - I mean it. I get on the plane here at 8:45 AM - fly to Chicago, then fly from Chicago to Philadelphia, then rent a car and drive for an hour to Monroeville, PA. I should arrive at the hotel by 7PM. Meanwhile, still lots of work to do.

New Beginnings

I think it's easier to BLOG when big things aren't happening in my life. It's a lot easier to focus on the strange people I meet on the street or something silly that happened in the grocery store than it is to examine the big stuff.

Wednesday morning we picked up the last of our belongings from the condo, packed John's motorcycle, and said goodbye - to the condo, to each other, and to a phase in our life. I am not sure that either one of us is fully ready to say hello to the new phase yet.

John is in Custer, South Dakota right now where he met his aunt and uncle and will travel with them back to their home in Colorado. For the first part of his trip he will have stints of being alone, then with relatives, then with other motorcyclists until he leaves Creel, Mexico and heads off to language school. Being on your own is not an easy thing when you are used to always having someone there, especially when you are in a foreign country and don’t know the language. This trip will be an adventure in more ways than most people realize.

I am excited, sad, lonely, happy, envious, admiring…I am so many things at once that I don’t know what to do with myself. I thought maybe I would be able to throw myself into work – I need to since there is so much for me to do, but I just can’t seem to get anything done. I am surrounded by boxes that I don’t want to unpack and I am not sure why. I don’t think it’s the work involved – that doesn’t bother me. I think if I unpack too much it will mean that I am saying hello to this new phase. Even though it’s here, and I’m in it, I’m just not ready.