February Runfessions

It’s the last Friday of the month which can only mean one thing ….Marcia has opened the Runfessional and it’s time to come clean!

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Okay, let’s just go ahead and get the obvious out of the way ….I runfess that I’m in a funk. A running funk. A workout funk. Heck, who am I kidding …it’s a total eclipse of the heart kind of funk and I know exactly what’s causing it. It’s not the infamous post-marathon blues, or even the earlier than normal heat and humidity that has descended upon us.funkmeme

I runfess that I have only run maybe 3 or 4 times since my marathon. I’m just not feeling it. I have found my way to gym at least once per week for some cardio and have been taking the dog for walks almost daily  …but let’s be honest here, when you’re dealing with the stagnant metabolism of menopause, that’s just not going to cut it. If something doesn’t change soon, I’m going to be the size of a barn! Although I haven’t posted much about it, I have been keeping up with Rachel’s February challenge …it’s about the only thing these days getting my heart rate up above 60 bpm!

Nope, no post marathon blues here ….this funk has Uncle Sam’s name written all over it. Major Hubs is deploying soon. While I’ve known about this for well over a year, it’s just so easy to not think about it until it is staring you in the face. Well, it’s not only staring me in the face, it’s giving me the stink eye as well. I’ve been through one before and I have no doubt I’ll get through this one as well  ….however, I runfess that it never gets easier to watch your heart board a plane in fatigues with a rucksack thrown over his shoulder headed to the other side of the world. But on the flip side I have to shamelessly runfess …..oh my goodness, the homecomings! They somehow make it all worthwhile!

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2012 Homecoming after a 12 month deployment in Afghanistan

Sooooo, in light of the aforementioned funk and upcoming deployment and despite my countless claims that last month’s marathon would be a ‘one and done’ deal ….I runfess that I signed up for another marathon. Yep. I’m an idiot. Holly has been really talking up the Revel Rockies race to me lately and considering my current ‘funky’ situation and the fact that I will have nothing but time on my hands for the next 6 months …why not train for another marathon, right? Besides, who can resist incredible views like this and a downhill course to boot! RevelRockies

I do, however, runfess that I am totally not looking forward to training in the heat and humidity. Ugh…. Holly, the things I’ll do for you!!!

Please forgive the ‘woe is me’ nature of my runfessions, but I do feel so much better getting that off my chest! Thanks for listening and hopefully, next month you’ll find me in a little better mood!

xoxo,

Finding “Fabulous” at Fifty, one runfession at a time!

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