fasten your seat belts...

it's going to be a bumpy night.

so famously said Bette Davis in All About Eve.

In 3 short weeks life's been bumpy.

My mom got the bad news that the cancer is back again. Onto another drug regime that will hopefully work for a while...time will tell.

My running has faltered. Not fallen off, but faltered. A wicked cold snap, a bit of a busy spell, snow and ice, and some general malaise has meant I've let my running go a bit. I have some goal races but I'm floating a bit in some unscheduled time and lacking in some motivation. All is not lost however...for as much as I feel I've not been running at all...the reality is I've gotten in at least 2-3 runs a weeks consistently, even if they are short. Overall...it could be much worse.

I'm not worried yet.

Work is fine but I'm saddened to hear a colleague is ill. It will affect my day to day work, but this isn't a problem for me. I'm just hoping very much she'll pull through and stays strong.

Have I mentioned how much I hate cancer? I know...one track record. Sue me.

Roberto and I had a great weekend in Baltimore visiting friends. THAT was just what we needed. I actually felt relaxed when we got home, if not the least bit rested. Too many late nights...but all in fun.

We have a new president, and I am hopeful he can make some changes...if only because the American population seems to be behind him. He's just one man, but he is inspiring many and THAT is how change can happen.

I'm feeling a need to lay low and hide a little bit right now because I'm a bit raw and fragile, and those traits are what got me feeling like this in the first place.

Not even a month in and already bumpy.

I can deal with bumpy.

I run a lot of hills...for every down, there's an up.