(but you've come to expect that, right? maybe even accept it?)
My head has been spinning since, well, since I can remember. There's never 'nothing' going on in my head. That blank stare off into space? Yea. Inside the neurons are firing at breakneck speed. But you can't tell. Unless I let you. Sometimes when I let you, it isn't what you want to see, or expect to see. It just is what it is. Most of the time I can control what you see. Other times, I can't. I hate those times.
Most recently, though, the spinning has been as a side effect of a conversation (not a REAL conversation, but one via text message and email) with one of my besties. She's a cousin, and we were close while growing up (aging). Then we kinda drifted our own ways, then were brought back together by a 'significant life-changing event'.
At any rate, I am being cryptic here for a reason; i am not ready to discuss details. I apologize for this, but I need to start somewhere, and since this is my blog, I am starting here. (okokok. i started with my wife, AFTER about 24hours of self-inflicted isolation). I'm good at isolating. In fact, i excell at it. I think that this is one reason why i like to run alone, and why i like to run in the woods more than on the road or on a treadmill: "in space, no one can hear you scream." -aliens-
over the course of the next few days, or maybe week, i'll get to the crux of this and start going over some stuff. Please bear with me. Want to stop following along because it doesn't relate to running or physical fitness? meh. your choice. I call this blog "accountability" for a reason, rather than "gene's rants about running".
so be it.
We are at the tail end of a small ice storm here in East-Central Vermont. The sun is out today, and the inch and a half of ice on the trees is glistening in a way that cannot be described, only experienced. See you (I hope) soon.