every once in a while, i don't have anything to say. there are tons of things i could (and should) talk about; places to tell you about and fun things to do, but i'm struggling.
but then i got sick. i got laryngitis and talking and just being out was exhausting. every night i'd come home from work and climb right into bed. i'd sleep and rest and watch netflix. i felt remarkably unproductive. lazy. gross. i couldn't exercise because breathing was difficult. it was rough. and i fell into a funk. not a bad funk, but definitely a funk.
funks are weird for me. i'm fine to go out and see my friends, but i don't feel all there. i can put on a smiley face and do fun things, but i'm just...i don't know. my mind is in another place.
but this weekend, i started feeling better. my voice came back, my throat stopped its dull ache, and i got back on the road. i ran a few miles. i signed up for a race and then another one. and yesterday, i cheered for all the amazing runners who cruised their way to the boston marathon finish line.
i shed tears of happiness for them and their accomplishment, and i saw so much strength. and it helped pull me out of my funk.
so i'm not back 100%, but i'm getting there. one step at a time.