Hi! Remember me? You probably don’t because it’s been eons since I’ve posted here, so let me reintroduce myself.
My name is Molly and I’m a bad blogger. I used to run and write blog posts about 3 times per week. I thought I was kind of funny and that my blog posts were semi-interesting. I carved time out of my busy days of work and family to type out posts on barely-functional-but-lovable iPad.
Seriously–blogging from a buggy iPad. That, my friends, is dedication to the craft
But then, a couple of weeks ago, I got hurt. My ankle started bugging me right around the time my longstanding hip flexor problem had finally abated. And then I caught the flu, which was a relatively unpleasant experience. I stopped running. My flu resolved, so I decided to try running again, but I still felt that pain in my ankle. And then I became discouraged and worried about my running future. Specifically, my ability to run the Eugene Marathon in May.
And then I started to feel really, really sorry for myself.
Self-pity is never pretty.
I knew that–if I blogged–it would be negative and Debbie Downer-ish and that I would probably just post “Woe is me I can’t run” over and over, forever and ever, amen. So I stopped posting.
I shouldn’t have done that.
Part of having a blog, and being a blogger, is sharing. Life as a runner, wife, mom, person isn’t all sunshine and lollipops. There are a lot of ups, but there are a lot of downs, too. I shouldn’t report just the fun stuff. I don’t want to be fake. If I did, I would just go apply for a show on Bravo.
So I’m back with a huge mea culpa. Onward!