Self Arrest

 It's still hard to believe that hours after my first post on this blog, my world blew up.

The month of May chewed me up and spit me out; with most of my time being spent in Nebraska, visiting an ICU, and then planning a funeral.

You likely did not come here to read about my now deceased mom, so I don't intend on lingering on it too long, but that the month unfolded the way it did just seems to have been a microcosm of how the last few years have gone. 

It was a 30 day backslide that I definitely did not see coming...


But all comeback stories are filled with moments where it looks like the hero is finally going to go down. And I confess that the last 30 days....filled with crappy food, too much alcohol, virtually no exercise, and definitely no work on solutions to my issues...really took a toll. 

So this weekend, finally back in Boulder, is all about self arrest; trying to stop the backsliding. 


I was super exhausted today but decided to try to take a casual pace up Sanitas. I was huffing and puffing before I even got to the steep part of Goat. But I kept going, knowing that it in the end it would be good for my soul.

In the coming week I will recap both my breathing issue and my hip issue. And I will give some thoughts as to what my plan is. 

Until then, I circle in an orbit far far away from where I long to be; but my hands are on the wheel and I'm about to engage the thrusters.




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