I know. I’ve been a bad blogger (Sit. Write.). Sadly, no one seems to actually care because the two or three people who are usually kind enough to bring my slacking to my attention haven’t muttered a word that it’s been nearly a week since I last posted.
Perhaps everyone stopped reading… hmmm?
Well… um… Nobody… there’s been a lot going on: work is airing on the side of crazy; MM did the first (of probably a couple) major move of his stuff into my apartment this week; and I started running again and began fitting in all my training with two-a-day workouts. I know. It’s wild ‘round these parts.
But, first I have some news. It’s not good news. So don’t get excited.
Last night trusty running buddy Meg picked me up from work so she and I could get some strength training in at the gym before we met trusty running friend Lindy for dinner.
Lou: Meg, I’ve been meaning to ask you something. And, I’m afraid that this is going to sound selfish and not very sensitive, and I don’t want to upset you. But I’m not really sure what to do… You know… you cameo on my blog quite a bit and training is about to start. And… well, I didn’t want to write anything until I got the OK from you.
Meg: You can write about it. I appreciate that you asked me first.
So, here’s the deal. A few weeks ago, Meg slipped and hurt her knee. A week later she found out that she tore her ACL. She’s having surgery in about two weeks. So marathon training is kinda out of the question.
This is all very upsetting and unexpected. She has been running for years, and has encountered several setbacks to the marathon along the way -- up to and including last year’s Chicago debacle. It sucks. It just really sucks.
The thing is… I don’t really know how to write about this. I feel like I’m doing it all wrong. It’s not about me, and I understand that, but at the same time, I feel like, “Shit, I’m all alone.” The Saturday morning long runs that go by in the blink of an eye due to our stories that blend seamlessly into new stories… it’s not going to be the same. It’s weird, ya know? In some ways, it doesn’t feel “real” yet -- to me anyway. I mean, she and I are still going to the gym together and lifting weights and swimming. The group runs don’t start until Saturday. Everything -- again, to me -- seems normal. But I know. And it will hit me soon enough.
I’m doing my best not to moan about my aloneness because it’s not me who has to go through surgery. Or who has to recover. I’m trying to stay positive and focus on some fun stuff: breakfast dates on Saturday mornings, being a cheerleader for her newfound “like” of swimming (this, of course, is part of my evil plan to get her to train for a triathlon with me next summer), possibly entering the New York City Marathon lottery in 2010… things like that.
So that’s The News… part one. Stay tuned.