It’s been a stressful month ’round here.
Earlier this year, one of my aunts was diagnosed with advanced pancreatic cancer. Her health deteriorated, and by mid-May, my parents and I were planning a trip to her home in Texas for a final visit. We drove to Texas, spent a few days with her, then continued our road trip to visit my grandfather and his wife in Colorado. While we were in Colorado, my aunt passed away. We drove back to Texas for the funeral, then finally back home. It wasn’t an easy trip, by any means, though I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
I tried to continue running, as much as I could… but that wasn’t nearly as much as I wanted! Before all this went down, I was doing a pretty solid job of running 3-4 miles, three times a week, and 6-8 miles on the weekends. In fact, I was beginning to push against a breakthrough in my fuel and nutrition for staying strong beyond six and a half miles. Obviously any kind of organized training went out the window while I did what I could for my family. I managed a grand total of ONE run during these travels.
I went for that run while I was in Colorado, around a lake near my grandfather’s house outside Denver.
Running at this higher altitude was tough on my lungs! Even though I expected it would be a challenge, it still surprised me. I managed 3.6 miles, which felt fantastic.
We got home a few days ago, and almost immediately we welcomed my sister. She purchased plane tickets several months ago so she could come home for a class reunion. We were all exhausted but we just muscled through it. I squeezed in one short run, another 3.6 miles – good enough, but I definitely feel out of shape.
Hopefully the next few days and weeks will bring some consistency and calm to my life, and I’ll be able to get back into shape. What a way to start the summer!