E has been my saving grace – in her quiet unassuming way she has been supporting me since last year July. Yes she used to run but then disappeared for a few years due to injury and she just quietly rocked up last year and started running again.
And she has been a rock. If not for her, I don’t think I would’ve pushed through with the running but she made sure we make appointments to run almost 5 days a week and I had no choice but to run.
Last night my brother said something – not really horrible or mean but it felt like a fist in the solar plexus and I just started to cry. In tears I drove to meeting place from where E and myself was to start our evening run. I got out of the car and she just ran and enveloped me in a giant hug – she couldn’t really see me because it was already dusk but she just knew something was seriously wrong.
So there we were – pitch black because the electricity was off and we ran – only 5km’s but enough time to slay the dragon and for her to listen. And then we went for a beer, only one but the world was a better place again.
I’m really starting to hit a serious low – I think the adrenaline I’ve been operating on for the past 8 months has started to abate because I’ve moved and the other house has been sold. I was expecting it but not within a week of moving – I thought I’ll be able to contain it until after Comrades. But as with everything else….
I’ll just face it head-on and battle my way through…