Out of Sorts.

As often happens after a big event, I’m a little out of sorts. I so love the high of doing something big that I feel let down by regular life. I feel weird saying that because my regular world is incredible right now. Nothing’s wrong or even unfocused as I still have Ironman Coeur d’Alene in my sights and it’s just over two months away. So what’s my problem?

[She sits in front of the screen for hours. Nothing comes out.]

I have no idea. I’m just in a bit of a funk.

I really enjoyed the hard effort of biking from Houston to Austin this weekend. I loved pushing myself and keeping an eye on my speed and feeling the sun and the wind. I loved having teammates ride by and greet me with a high-five and a few friendly words. I loved seeing my dear old friend in La Grange and crashing hard at night because I was good and tired.

Last night, I couldn’t sleep. I felt wide awake at midnight, as though I hadn’t done enough to need my sleep. My body seems to think that I need to earn my sleep in a big way each night. Or something. I don’t know what’s going on.

Maybe I’m a junkie of sorts. Maybe I’m hooked on the rush of chasing a goal. It feels that way sometimes.

In an effort to lift my spirits, I’m getting ready to head out soon for a trail run. I’ve had a hard time keeping to my schedule of Tuesday night runs, but I love the women in my trail running group, and, as with all forms of exercise, I never finish a trail run and think, “Gee, I wish I hadn’t done that.” It just feels awfully good.

Maybe I am a junkie. Would that be a terrible thing?

3 thoughts on “Out of Sorts.

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