Last week, I traveled to Virginia and spent a few days with my brother and his six-week old baby. Then I came home, and H went on a business trip. He’s getting back tonight. No anxiety. No panic. OK, there was a moment when we were socked in in fog on a Bombadier heading to DC from Richmond and the flight was going on and on longer than the pilot had said it would and I feared a repeat of the tri-cities incident. But, it was fine. Honestly, I feel like I used to feel before this panic problem started, more or less. I can’t understand why a three-day business trip used to induce panic and why it doesn’t now. But I’m just trying to embrace the feeling of having my life back and not worry the tides will turn again.
Running is going well. I hit 34 miles a couple weeks ago, and ran 25 miles the week I was on vacation. My hip has been a little sore, and my feet continue to hurt, but overall, I feel good. I didn’t end up doing the half marathon I’d planned a few weeks ago due to various logistical reasons. there are no more flat half marathons this year, so I’m considering doing a hilly one the weekend after next. Weather permitting, I’ll do it. (No half marathons in pouring rain.)
And life goes on. Loving my kids, working, what else is there?